The Unrepentant Individual

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September 12, 2006


9/11 Rememberance

In the comments to my last post, Lucy Stern asked where I was on 9/11. I wasn’t going to do the 9/11 rememberance thing, as there are a few million other people with more interesting things to say about it than I do. But I’ll indulge, since asked…

The weekend before 9/11, I was in Las Vegas, meeting the wife’s (girlfriend at the time) family for the first time. Which is odd, because 5 years later, the weekend before 9/11 I again was in Vegas. It was her sister’s 21st birthday, and everyone of legal age (aunts, uncles, etc) was there. It was, to put it mildly, overwhelming. Her family is outgoing and parties, my family sits around and talks a lot. So it was strange a few mornings later, when we’re getting ready for work and she gets a phone call. We were on the west coast (San Jose), so when she got a call from her mom very early in the morning, it was a tad unusual. When I saw her face just drop on the phone, my first thought was that one of those people I had just gotten the chance to meet had had an accident or something.

She quickly told me to turn on CNN, and then we watched as everything happened. I don’t even quite recall whether the second plane had hit yet, but I do know that the towers hadn’t fallen. We weren’t sure what to do, but it was a work day, so we went to work. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a less productive day in my life. With my coworkers, the feeling of shock subsided, only to be replaced by rage. Maybe it’s the insulation of being American, or the fact that I was merely 23 and hadn’t had a rough life, but the idea that someone would come and do this was preposterous. There aren’t a lot of things that get me to respond with a lot of emotion. Purdue football is one of them. People that want to kill me and destroy everything I live for is another.

After only a few hours of work, we got the heck out of there. My wife, who worked a lot closer to San Francisco (and tall buildings) wanted to get back down to San Jose. We met up with some friends, watched the news, and just did what we had to do to start coping with the situation. Being as young as I am, I never quite understood how people could remember exactly where they were and what they were doing when they heard about JFK’s assassination. Until 9/11. Life goes on, but some things will never be forgotten.

Posted By: Brad Warbiany @ 8:42 pm || Permalink || Comments (1) || Trackback URL || Categories: Personal Life, Terrorism

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  1. Thanks Brad. I also remember where I was the day JFK had been assassinated. He had come to Houston the day before and I had seen him and his wife Jackie as they got off the airplane. It is one of those days is etched in my memory. My mother and dad have Pearl Harbor ethced on their memories. (it was also my mom’s birthday that day.)

    Comment by Lucy Stern — September 13, 2006 @ 11:47 am

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