Driving to work in Minneapolis, listening to KQ92 when the first ✈️ hit, they thought it was a small plane. Then the 2nd hit and we all knew it was terrorism.
Got to work, websites weren’t responding because they were overloaded.
1/
Someone wheeled a TV into the break room. We all huddled around it.
Then the first tower fell.
Horror. Disbelief.
The death and dust.
I couldn’t breathe.
We were at war.
2/
Said up to a hundred thousand people could be in them if the tourists and workers were all there.
The Pentagon is hit.
War. War.
What’s happening? Who is attacking us and WHY?
3/
Death.
The unthinkable is happening.
Planes are being grounded. How many more are missiles in the sky?
Reports of more hijackings.
A report that the Mall of America is a target.
I decide to leave work and go home. Nobody is working. Can’t work.
4/
I lived in an airport flight path.
Silence.
Take the dogs out. No contrails in the sky.
Eerily beautiful.
Fear.
Heard about Flight 93. Cried more.
Look for the heroes amid the death, dust, and disbelief.
5/
I knew there was hope and that we would survive whatever was happening.
Unsure of how and why.
Who would feel the force of the American military for attacking us?
No sleep that night.
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