Just a premonition, a sense, like walking point and just knowing someone is in those reeds a few yards ahead. That was what it felt like when I saw Massoud's assassination second page news.
I woke to the news at around 0-dark-thirty, around 5:30 am before getting ready for my job and on every channel the news was reporting a plane either crashed or deliberately hit the Twin Towers. I thought someone was suicidal. Maybe just a small Cessna until I counted the charred windows and found to my horror it must have been a very big plane, much bigger than a Cessna.
But, being a good American I finished dressing for work and then hear the announcer yell,something like another plane was coming and I watched it slam ino the other tower. My thought then was someone has declared war. Which militia was it? Which terror group and from which country? Afghanistan came to mind...don't know why.
I worked with the criminally insane teens on a locked ward( now retired) and upon driving to work there was hints another plane had crashed into the Pentagon. Fortunately some nurses had the common sense to lock the televisions. There is enough pain on the wards without creating more anxiety and fear. Then I walk into the break room, people crying and someone actually reading the article on Massoud. " You knew about this?" He asked.
"No," I said," but I felt something was up is all which is why I brought in the article. I've been trying to connect the dots since the USS Cole."
"Anymore thoughts?"
"Just one. We're going to war and it's may be a very very long one with no end in sight." And then I thought of Israel, as I'm partly Jewish and wondered if now America will get a taste of what terrorism is all about. That is partially what I remember.
Bet you and I weren't the only ones with that thought. That was one of those never forget "Oh Crap" moments but I never dreamed it would turn out this way.