Earlier, I received this e-mail from Jane Krause, one of my Sisters in Zona Rosa. She does not have a blog, and I am hoping that seeing her work published in this forum will encourage to build one of her own. I had trouble with the formatting, just couldn't get the email to cut and paste right. (Sorry, Jane). Increasing your screen size will make it read more like it should.
I was working outside of Washington, DC during Sept. 11, 2001. I was in my office building in Fairfax, VA with my colleagues. At around 8:50 I¹d gotten up to get another cup of coffee. Although my radio was on in my office and I recall hearing something about the ³World Trade Center² the volume wasn¹t up high enough for me to make any kind of connection. However one of my colleagues had had the volume turned up enough on her radio because she was in the conference room with the TV on when I passed by something highly unusual for that time of day. I stopped in to see what she was watching and slowly sank into a chair next to her as the horrible spectacle unfolded before our eyes. Eventually all of my office mates gravitated to the conference room.By the time the second plane hit the South Tower there were probably 8 people in the conference room. As the second plane came into view I recall thinking ³is this a replay of some sort?² I turned to the woman next to me and said, ³This can¹t possibly be another plane they are saying it was an accident.² But of course we could see the smoke from the North Tower and knew it was no replay or accident. Some of us were crying, some of us were angry, and we were all in shock. After the second plane hit and we knew it was an attack I left to conference room to go back to my office to call my Dad in Denver. It was 6 a.m. there and they would still be in bed unaware of what was unfolding. He answered the phone, I told him to please turn on to the news right away, that our country was under attack. This World War II veteran¹s voice said only a sad ³oh, no². I told him I loved him and would call him later. I then returned to the conference room to be with the others.Shortly we heard the broadcaster say the Pentagon had been hit. We were somewhere around 22 miles from there. Then we heard all kinds of rumors: that there are planes heading towards the USA Today building, the White House, the Capital and more. Shortly we heard about the Shanksville plane. When the South Tower collapsed, the Executive Director of our organization came out of his office where he had been alone watching the nightmare unfold and told us all to go home. I was standing at the time with my hand over my open mouth as I watched the mammoth building come down. The drive home that day was surreal. As I stopped at the traffic lights and looked at the other people in their cars stopped at the traffic lights I could tell they were in shock, as was I. At the time I lived within about 3 miles of Dulles airport, the origins of two of the doomed flights. At the time I did not know this but had I pulled up to a traffic light on my way to work next to one of the highjackers on his way to kill all those people?When I got home I called my neighbor because I did not want to be alone. I took my dog, Sailor, and watched from her house for the next 8 hours as we both sat in shocked disbelief. When I got there however some guy she was had recently started dating was there. He didn¹t want to stay and watch the news with us because was anxious to get to his golf game and left. My impression was that he was clearly unable to grasp the depth of this attack. I told her that if she ever went out with that guy again I would question her sanity he was clearly an insensitive jerk.The days that followed revealed fighter jets flying over the Dulles airport area instead of the usual air traffic.I did go to work the next day because I had a prearranged meeting with my boss, the Executive Director of our organization. I was unsure of the protocol and asked him what were we supposed to be doing if anything? His response was ³Onward and upward!² The next day, Thursday, I called in sick.© Jane Krause September 11, 2011I am sure Jane would love to receive a comment or two!