Jilara (jilara) wrote,
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Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I was at home, getting ready for work, when the phone rang. It was my friend Jana, who was at work at Fort Lewis, Washington. She didn't even go into preliminaries. "It's bad. Turn on your TV," she said. "What channel?" I asked. "Any channel," she said tersely. And that's when I knew exactly HOW bad.

I turned on the TV. "Oh My God." "It's terrorists," she said. "They rammed the World Trade Center with a plane." I was staring at the unbelievable image on the screen when I saw it, the second plane. I saw it hit on live TV. "Oh crap, it's another one," I said. "Crap!" she echoed. "They say there's more. Can't talk much more. I'm at work. I love you." And she hung up.

And I started calling people, everyone who mattered to me, while watching the unbelievable events unfolding on live TV. I called an old boyfriend, and was on the phone with him while the towers collapsed, and we felt like it was some strange science fiction scenario. He told me to come over, and I did. It was not a time to be alone.
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