I was at work stocking just doing my thing when some one said a plane hit the trade center in new york. It was not in an urgent tone just a word of mouth thing going around. The guys working in the deli department had a radio on and word spread from their. I thought to my self WTF how do you hit such a big building? I figured it was a small privat plane.
That has happened from time to time. A small two person private aircraft, like a cessna crashes. Some times hitting a house or what ever. I went back to work. Peaple where talking about it speculating. No one really new what was happening. Then the guys with the radio started listening and told every one that a second plane hit the other tower. I instantly thought damn this deliberate.
Not many came into the store after that. Ever one just kinda quietly finished their shifts and went home. I turned on the TV to see what was going on. I watched that for awile untill I learned every thing I could. Then turned it off. I just had a radio on incase some thing new was reported. Thought about what was happing, how would the then new presodent respond, what would most likly happen.
Later that night about 12am - 2am I went down town to eat at a late night pizza place near campus. It'a a nice place just been remodeled. There where only two other tables occupied in the place. I reading waiting for my food. There was this long loud wine like the sound a plane makes when it's comming in low for a landing.
There was this long loud whine like a plane makes when it's comming in low for a landing. Every one froze. Every one one still quietly tence like mice when a falcon is over head. No one moved, forks where held above plates. A hand on glass of water resting on the table. A coulpe just looked at each other accross the table eyes not moving. A small shadow of fear was behind every ones eyes. Tense and afraid they didnt know what was about to happen.
They where thousands if miles away from New york or Pennsylvania in no way directly effect by the events of that day. They had doubt, and subconscously afraid. It was still are country. It was still in one way or another close to home. This wasn't an earth quake, storm or 50 care pile up on the high way. It was a daliberate act by a group of peaple. A declaration of war and a military attack could be digested and accepted. This was a personal attack agianst the culture and peaple of the United States.
A loud PHHUuussshhh sound sound punctuated the whine. It was the air brakes on a bus or truck out side the pizza joint. It had squeaky air brakes and was making along slow stop. The tension in the room popped with quiet self concsious chuckles, sighs, and grones. Peaple plet the doubt and fear away laughing and talking about what they just felt.
I admit I had a doubt too. I flash of thought when I first heard the noise was is that a low flying plane? I remember that moment alot more than when I was at work and first heard the news. I dont know why. Some times I just kinda stop, detach and observe whats going on around me.
Some times when under stress, or when Im drunk, just feel that some thing aint right.
Well, thats my story about that day.
Edited by Dirus Nigh, 11 September 2012 - 12:31 AM.