QotD: Reflecting on September 11th
What are your personal memories of September 11th?
Car accident on the way to work, morning of. Startling, but not very damaging, triple rear-end at a light as the plane strikes were announced. Turning back around, 3/4 of the way to work, everyone sent home. Sitting at home somewhat shaken from everything, hearing from my cousin in the Air Force stationed in Japan. Messaging with LiveJournal friends, all scared. Walking from my apartment to downtown Ann Arbor, to get a drink amongst others, and watch the TV - something I never do. No contrails in the sky. Eerily quiet.
Today? I'm done being scared, and I'm pissed and defiant. The terrorists are pathetic. Our government is pathetic. More dead and wounded now than hurt and killed in the towers. Less safe than ever before. Hated too. Fuckers, all of them. I'd rather we'd showered the world with as many dollar bills as we've spent on bombs. Drained the swamps. Mended the wounds. Fed the hungry. Become beloved in the world. Too late for that now?
