I honestly don't remember what I was actually doing on that day. Given the timing I must have been busy revising texts for my PhD thesis which was due for the reading committee a month into the future. During the afternoon coffee a fellow PhD student, an Irish lad, relayed the news about a plane crashing into a New York high rise. With my limited experience in flying my first question was what the weather was like, thinking a Cessna, or some such, got lost in a low hanging cloud.
Back in the office, about ten minutes after coffee break, the same PhD student came in to tell us a second plane had hit the same building: the WTC. Those facts, two planes and the WTC, set off an alarm in my mind. I immediately went for my regular internet news outlets, but they were inaccessible, due to high traffic volume. Site after site rejected my call for more information. That alone was so ominous that I freaked out a little. Finally, logging on to a somewhat obscure current events forum, the full magnitude of events struck home. Two airliners, at least one of them hijacked, had deliberately slammed into the WTC in an apparent terrorist attack.
I went home. Work didn't matter so much all of a sudden. Instinctively I felt this was the ultimate game changer. On my way home the radio reported of a third plane crashing into the Pentagon. On top of everything else, this was the clincher. I told my car: 'The world has gone insane'. As if to confirm my statement, a few moments later (or so it seemed) I heard reports of a fourth hijacked plane crashing into a field in Pennsylvania. The world *had* gone insane.
It has been ten years. Have we regained some sanity? Will we ever?
Brussels Journal: A Special Day.
A Tangled Web: If only.
Infidel Bloggers Alliance: Four Minutes To Reflect.
The Telegraph : September 11: My life and the US changed forever
Pamela Geller: Infamy
Michelle Malkin: Lan astaslem: I will not surrender