I was working as a church custodian and the office manager hunted me up and told about the first plane hitting the Tower. I went upstairs to the 3rd floor and got the TV in the youth room tuned in just about the time the second plane hit. I literally froze. I couldn't move, couldn't breath, all I could hear was my heart beating. My first thoughts were what am I going to do if this spreads to here? I was in one town and the rest of my family, husband and 3 kids were 35 miles north at school. I finished up just what I had to do at work and went home. I loaded both 22's and locked the doors and prayed hard. Everyone finally got home and we ate sandwiches and watched the news until very late.
We didn't unload the guns for a month afterward.
What a compelling story. I got chills picturing you loading those guns and locking the doors.
Thanks.