9/11 is like the day that man walked on the moon. You'll always remember where you were and what you were doing when it happened.
For me, I was at home in Long Beach, California, getting ready to go to work. Normally, as I eat breakfast, I'll watch the morning news. It was around 7 in the morning, western time, when the planes struck the World Trade Center. I remember turning on the television, and seeing the two buildings on fire. At first I thought it was just a fire, and nothing more. Then, as the first building collapsed, the reporter kept on talking as though he didn't even notice what was happening.
"Holy shit!" my ex-wife Amber said at the time "The World Trade Center just collapsed!" Neither one of us could believe it. It was like watching a bad Michael Bay movie. Then the second tower collapsed. Then...I went to work.
Many of my colleagues didn't know what was going on. When I told them, it was the first they had heard about it. I told them to check the internet for the latest news. I remember telling David (the one in Taiwan, who was working with me in my department at the time) "Bush is going to nuke somebody over this." (Thankfully, that prediction didn't come true.)
Rumors started to go around the office, including the one about the US declaring war on Pakistan (I don't know how they got that one). Finally, we got an email from the CEO, basically just repeating what we already knew: The United States had been attacked by terrorists. They allowed us to go home early that day.
For awhile, things changed in the neighborhood. Everyone was putting up flags and people were nicer to each other than usual. I remember accidentally leaving a CD in the reception area of my apartment complex, and someone took it. I then left a note saying that if anybody found my cd, could they please return it. The next day, the CD was lying by my front door. Whoever took it, returned it. I was surprised. Both Amber and I remarked that, yes, 9/11 seemed to make people become nicer to one another.
Amber and I had just gone to New York in May of that year. She didn't go with me when I went to the World Trade Center. She told me the building gave her "bad vibes." I still went, and took many pictures (all on film, not on digital, and they're all still in Taiwan.) It's still a bit hard to believe that the place I was standing on just 4 months earlier would be totally destroyed.
Now, 8 years later, we're still at war in Afghanistan and Iraq, although it seems we're finally getting out of Iraq. The number of dead soldiers and civilians in both countries has far exceeded the number of people who died on 9/11. Declaring a "War on Terror" is like declaring a war with no end. Osama Bin Laden is still at large, and I doubt we'll ever get the guy. He keeps putting out a new message on every anniversary of 9/11 to remind us that this will never end.
Haven't we avenged 9/11 enough? Haven't enough people died? Where does it end? Do we realistically think we can transform countries like Iraq and Afghanistan into perfect clones of the United States? Not likely. It's time to get out and let the people of those countries run it themselves.
For me, I was at home in Long Beach, California, getting ready to go to work. Normally, as I eat breakfast, I'll watch the morning news. It was around 7 in the morning, western time, when the planes struck the World Trade Center. I remember turning on the television, and seeing the two buildings on fire. At first I thought it was just a fire, and nothing more. Then, as the first building collapsed, the reporter kept on talking as though he didn't even notice what was happening.
"Holy shit!" my ex-wife Amber said at the time "The World Trade Center just collapsed!" Neither one of us could believe it. It was like watching a bad Michael Bay movie. Then the second tower collapsed. Then...I went to work.
Many of my colleagues didn't know what was going on. When I told them, it was the first they had heard about it. I told them to check the internet for the latest news. I remember telling David (the one in Taiwan, who was working with me in my department at the time) "Bush is going to nuke somebody over this." (Thankfully, that prediction didn't come true.)
Rumors started to go around the office, including the one about the US declaring war on Pakistan (I don't know how they got that one). Finally, we got an email from the CEO, basically just repeating what we already knew: The United States had been attacked by terrorists. They allowed us to go home early that day.
For awhile, things changed in the neighborhood. Everyone was putting up flags and people were nicer to each other than usual. I remember accidentally leaving a CD in the reception area of my apartment complex, and someone took it. I then left a note saying that if anybody found my cd, could they please return it. The next day, the CD was lying by my front door. Whoever took it, returned it. I was surprised. Both Amber and I remarked that, yes, 9/11 seemed to make people become nicer to one another.
Amber and I had just gone to New York in May of that year. She didn't go with me when I went to the World Trade Center. She told me the building gave her "bad vibes." I still went, and took many pictures (all on film, not on digital, and they're all still in Taiwan.) It's still a bit hard to believe that the place I was standing on just 4 months earlier would be totally destroyed.
Now, 8 years later, we're still at war in Afghanistan and Iraq, although it seems we're finally getting out of Iraq. The number of dead soldiers and civilians in both countries has far exceeded the number of people who died on 9/11. Declaring a "War on Terror" is like declaring a war with no end. Osama Bin Laden is still at large, and I doubt we'll ever get the guy. He keeps putting out a new message on every anniversary of 9/11 to remind us that this will never end.
Haven't we avenged 9/11 enough? Haven't enough people died? Where does it end? Do we realistically think we can transform countries like Iraq and Afghanistan into perfect clones of the United States? Not likely. It's time to get out and let the people of those countries run it themselves.


