土曜日, 9月 11, 2004

Dad was channel surfing as we kids prepared for the nightly fight with Mom about bedtime. When he switched to CNN, the screen was dominated by that image of the first tower, its middle shrouded with smoke. A few minutes later, the second plane hit. And, much later after that, CNN told us that they had hit the Pentagon.

It all seemed like something out of a Jerry Bruckheimer movie, some horrible spectacle that just couldn't be happening in real time on the other side of the world. Only much later did I realize that thousands of people had died in front of my eyes. You slow down upon seeing a highway pileup to look at the mangled metal frames, but go too fast to see the blood on the ground. And for that, I will always feel guilty.