I remember the shock as I watched the second plane crash. The disbelief as the Pentagon “blew up”. The horror as the towers fell to the ground. We left work early and went for drinks to calm our nerves. A few hours and a $96 tab later and somehow I wasn’t drunk at all. Apparently the emotion of the day overpowered the alcohol.
I remember feeling that we were all in this together; all friends, all family. But even on that first day I was afraid of what we would do in retaliation. Who else would die? Eye for eye?
--from Between the Lines