Sunday, September 11, 2011
9 11 memory
I believe it was 9 o'clock in the morning or so and my wife and I had gotten up early that day, our oldest daughter had just turned 2, so she was small. We were living with her parents at the time and I remember my father in law getting a call from a friend. He turned on the television and we immediately saw footage of the second plane ramming into the tower. It was so bizarre, I couldn't create a context for it....it's like it didn't happen. I was an alien with greencard and had been in the States for two years, but only in Santa Cruz. I had no real concept of New York or whatever I was seeing.
My snap to reality came when my father in law starting yelling "F##K! F##K." Normally coolheaded, level but happy, I had, and never have since, seen him so upset, put off balance.
Since we only had our little baby and no other kids in the house, we could keep watching it and it filled me with dread. After a while it was just unbearable and I walked out.
Since that day I have never reviewed the footage. I talked to my eldest, now 12, about it yesterday and explained a bit about what went down that day, but to her it seems not very relevant. It's like WWII, you know it happened, you know it was bad, but you are not connected.
For myself, I am traumatized by what happened. Not in a life changing way, but directly connected to the event: I cannot watch it without feeling unwell and so I don't. Photos don't have that effect on me, but the footage is just horrendous.
Ten years on, I remember all those who perished that day. No one deserved to die. I also want to remember all the other innocent people that have died in the years since. EVERYONE is worth remembering.
Play a game of 40K or Warhammer today. Despite what critics say about our WAR game, it actually promotes peace and camaraderie.