A Solemn Day of Remembrance
posted by Louise at 5:02 am
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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4 Comments:
I can still Remember where I was on that day. Hard to believe its been7 years.
Where were you, Huff? I was getting ready to go to work and like any other morning I had the TV on so I could catch the news. I could barely tear myself away to actually leave for work. Everyone at work was pretty much stunned.
I was waking up in the morning to go to school. I heard on the Radio about one of the twin towers being hit. I didn't think much about it until I got to school and the teachers had a TV Set up in the library. Our whole school spent the day watching the news Coverage on CNN. I saw the seconded plane hit live on TV.
That reminds me of when I was in highschool so long ago. JFK was assassinated and the whole school got set up in the gym to watch the funeral on TV. I remember the school's science teacher poking his head into the door of our homeroom and announcing Kennedy's assassination.
Then, just a few years later, my mom woke my sister and I up in the morning with the news of Robert Kennedy's assassination.
And for some strange reason, I remember the moment when Chile's Salvador Allende was assassinated, too. That wasn't a history changing event, but I think the reason I remember it so well is because of where I was when I heard about it. I was sitting in an open air restaurant in the mountains in Lebanon and my father-in-law was listening to the news (in Arabic) on a radio and he translated that bit for me.
I think it was sort of an "other worldly" experience for me; that I was learning about an event on one continent that I'd never been to via a broadcast on an Arabic radio network, that it was translated and related to me by an elderly man who spoke seven languages, all while I was in another continent that I had also never been to before, neither of which was where I lived. Totally aside from the gravity of the event in question, it was sort of "what a small world!" and "how fast news travels around the planet!"
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