Friday, September 9, 2011
Just Another Day: 9/11/01
September 13, 2001
The phone rang. “Who could this be?” I thought. It was my mother-in-law.
“Are you watching T.V.?”
“No. We just got in from school. What’s going on?”
“The World Trade Center is on fire.”
Then there’s more bad news. A plane has crashed into the Pentagon. My husband and I can barely stand.
“Oh , my God. Elder Allen works in the Pentagon,” my husband said. We called our friends in Virginia. Our friend, an assistant to the Marine commandant, was working in Quantico, Va.
The tears kept coming. Then there was disbelief. Should be pick up our daughter? What’s going to happen next? Wouldn’t it be better to have her with us at home? Maybe we’re overreacting. We go to the school and sit in the parking lot. A police squad car is parked in the front, but everything else looks normal. The flag is flying. The sky is still blue—just another day.