I was in English class, my junior year, when the Towers were destroyed. I knew a kid in the senior class joining the military, but it just wasn’t that big of a thing. I remember the way we all just didn’t understand. You could feel that the world was different, the fear was everywhere. The week after the attacks everyone was signing up for the military, my boyfriend (he is my husband of ten years) was one of them.
I also wrote a stream of consciousness about the lead up to the Declaration of War with Iraq. It’s on my tumblr under my writing portfolio.
Where were you when the towers fell?
Stories taller than the sky
Filtering like raindrops
Landing in our hair, on our clothes, in our minds
Screams of confusion, pain, and dread
Cannot remove the echo of the crash
And those that led
The movement of freedom
Could not have foreseen its impact
Now the word is weary
And the women grow teary-eyed
Over the loss of innocence
Even the children see
That America is not the only Democracy
Is not the way, the light, the power
But another part of the tie
That binds humanity