Ten years later

[wombat_socho]

I don't have a lot to say about where I was on 9/11 or how I reacted to it. I was too busy trying to stay functional in the wake of the Shittiest Year Ever to really dwell on it; all I really remember was fielding a call from my daughter, who along with my son had the dubious pleasure of watching it live and in color on CNN at the high-tech high school they were attending at the time. My mother also called; she lived within a couple of miles of the Pentagon and heard the explosion as the plane hit. Dad, of course, was already dead.

I do remember being vaguely surprised and annoyed when my boss came around shortly after lunch to tell me that we were closing up early; there was some concern that there were still airliners unaccounted for, and possibly one of them might be headed for downtown Minneapolis.

As I say, though, I wasn't myself at the time, and was working through the day just to reach the night, as they say in Holy Mother Russia, and that only by dint of antidepressants and a dogged cultivation of apathy.

So, while I have had other things to say about the War On Terror elsewhere, all I can really say about 9/11 is - move along. There's nothing to see here.

Comments

[kishiriadgr.livejournal.com]

"Move along - there's nothing to see here."

This is what I wish I could have said on Facebook yesterday, but with all the breast-beating going on, I knew I'd start a shitstorm and just didn't want that.

[wombat-socho.livejournal.com]

Yeah; there seems to have been this funereal tone about the whole thing, and I don't have any problem with that - people feel the way they feel and there's really nothing to say about it. For me, though, wrapped up in my own problems and misery at the time as I was, it was just another horrible thing that happened to my countrymen a long way from where I was.