That morning, I got up as normal, showered as normal, ate breakfast as normal, went to work as normal, and when the phone rang, answered it as normal.
That was the last normal thing I did that day.
It was the wife and it was just about 9:00 AM. She asked me if I had heard about the plane crashing into the World Trade Center. Having been at work for the last 30-45 minutes, I hadn't. Things were slow that Tuesday morning and her phone call was the first call I had received that day.
She suddenly started stuttering, saying something like another plane just crashed into the building. It took a second for her to be sure she hadn't just watched a replay. She hadn't. She got off the phone and went back to watching Fox and Friends.
It was slow, and I clicked on news sites to see what might be going on. That began a constant stream of Web pages being checked to find out information.
Because so many sites were down from being flooded with hits, I found other news sites. Drudge was still up and I scrolled down to his list of news sources. I clicked the "stop" button so it wouldn't refresh and disappear because it was down. I hit every news site I could find.
News was confusing and contradictory. Five or six planes missing or crashed. Bombs going off in Washington. Towers falling. More towers falling. More planes missing. More planes crashed.
It took a bit before we understood what had happened. But understand we did.
We had been attacked. Americans were dying on American soil. Civilians were dead by the hand of a hidden, sneaky enemy.
We knew we were at war. We knew we didn't start it. But we knew we damn well would finish it.
Some people have forgotten. I haven't. I remember.
We all need to remember what it was like that day.