By the time I arrived at work just a few minutes later, I saw a small group of my co-workers had gathered around the TV in the break room. They had been playing video of the first plane, and I was being waved over to the TV...."We are at war!" on of the older men exclaimed.
My eyes moved away from his face just in time to see a speck come into view on the TV screen. As it grew larger and began to bank toward the building, there was no doubt my co-workers words were correct. We stayed glued to the TV for what seemed like forever, unable to move away from the screen. I don't know how long we stood there, but when I finally broke away, I knew I had to check FR to see what else was going on.
The one thing I remember most about the week that followed is the erie silence that seemed to dominate everywhere I went. There were always planes over head...but now just an eerie silence.
Later I found out that some of the terrorists had taken flight lessons less within walking distance from where I worked. Then a while (few months maybe) later the anthrax letters...so there's no doubt left in my mind after that year, that those vermin who'd do such deeds should be hunted down and exterminated...whatever it takes, how ever long it takes.
