Crazy how you remember things. This man writes of Saturday.
The Saturday before the atrocity, I was up in western MD looking at German Shepherd puppies. Stayed with my aunt and uncle overnight as they lived nearby.
Happy time, then not.
I was heading to a flight, very early in the morning, driving between some major U.S. installations.
In a small reception area, a TV showed one of the World Trade Center Towers had been hit. I assumed that an unfortunate, local helo or small plane had plowed into the structure. (I recalled that a bomber had hit the Empire State Building, some time ago.)
I departed and headed for the flight, but upon arriving, a lady whom I knew, had just walked out the door and announced that the place was closed.
Did not take much to conclude that something else was up, and I headed back to the reception area, deposited my driver, and then headed back to camp.
In 2000, especially around September, I had already noticed the literally dramatic elevation of arrogance among the local Islamic visitors, to the point of overt theater in their behavior and disdain for “the west.”
The arrogant tend to abuse. They were playing with that; China’s Xi relishes that “empowerment.” Both Islamic cases and the communist/leftist dictators assert “we own the place.”
The big Chinese recon balloon, is a major rice bowl victory for Xi, “mud in your eye” for “Yankee dogs.”