Tuesday 9/11/01 started out like any other day. I got up, dressed and headed off to school. I was in my senior year at Martin Luther high school. I am not afraid to say I grew up in a safe little bubble. I went to a Christian grade school and high school and was surrounded by my family and friends. The main concern of my day was who I was going to take to homecoming.
My school day started like every other. My first class was AP Biology and after that class let out my bestie and I stayed in the same class room since instead of having study hall we were my biology teachers aides. This was supposed to mean grading papers and making copies but usually meant goofing off.
That morning we were startled when our theology teacher burst in and told us a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. His room was right across the hall and he had been putting on a movie for his class when he saw the news. I remember rushing into his classroom to see the tv and yet wandering why it was such a big deal. Surely it was an accident. We got into the room and watched the second plane crash into the twin towers. It was then that silence filled the room and we were all filled with dread. School continued that day but all afternoon activities were cancelled. I remember going home and watching the news all night hearing words that are common now but unheard of then. Words like Osama Bin Laden, Taliban, Afghanistan. I remember that week going by in a daze filled with candle vigils, prayer ceremonies and conversations with friends on what this event meant for us. Of course talk about the book of revelations and the end of the world increased and I remember walking around terrified that any day the world would end.
People of course became very patriotic and religious. But that didn't change the uncertainty faced by all
At this same time my Hubby was in his senior year at the University of Wisconsin Milwaukee. That day he was in a seminar about terrorism. How ironic. Also later that day there was a protest against Muslim students, one involving a pigs head in the Muslim student association office. The campus was closed immediately. Shortly after 9/11 my Hubby went into a recruiters office and enlisted. He dropped out of college and left for basic a few months after that
Now years later I am a military wife and am used to hearing about terrorism. After all my husband helps fight it and not a day goes by that I don't think of my husbands sacrifice and all those out there that serve. And this weekend I will be remembering all those victims who lost their lives in 9/11 and those who are out there fighting for our freedom.
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