I was still working a morning shift and had just stepped out of the shower when my wife (then fiancee) opened the door to tell me that a plane had just struck one of the skyscrapers in NYC. I was shocked and quickly towelled off and proceeded to get dressed in front of the bedroom TV so that I could catch the news reports of it.
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched for a while and then went into the kitchen to grab something portable for breakfast. I walked out to the living room to watch the rest of it before I had to leave for work and within a minute of doing that I watched the second plane slam into the other tower live.
I quickly finished my breakfast, grabbed my porch flag and placed it in its holder. I grabbed my spare porch flag, took it off the pole and fixed it up into the back hatch of my truck canopy. As I gathered my stuff up for work, I heard about the plane hitting The Pentagon.
I then went into the safe and grabbed my Remington 870 and a 30cal ammo can of 12ga shells. I loaded the 870 and placed it, the ammo can and my work bag into my truck and headed off to work.
It was the day of our weekly district meeting, but when I arrived, everyone was fixated on the TV in the meeting room. It was then that I learned about fourth plane crashing in Shanksville.
My workplace sits directly under the northern flight path of SeaTac Int’l Airport and is only a few blocks west of Seattle’s Boeing Field. The silence of those two airports during the next few days was eerie, to say the least.
What were you doing ten years ago today?