i've never made sense of the september 11th attacks. for an event having such an impact on the direction of my life, i have not ever been able to look back and coherently dissect the impact it had on me.
i will never forget the morning i heard about it. but it seems i already have. i remember what i have told people. i remember being in hebrew class that morning and hearing a girl come in and saying a plane had hit the world trade center. i remember thinking that it wasn't that out of place, as historically, planes had hit the world trade center before. it was a tuesday morning. i usually wake up early on tuesday, but this tuesday i was running late. so there was no check of the morning news channels before class. but, like i said, there was nothing out-of-the-ordinary with the plane crashing into the world trade center. a moment later, another student came in and said a second plane crashed into the twin towers. now my attention was piqued, and the antennae were up. i immediately wondered if it was an attack. but, mind you - i was 20 years old, in ROTC, so my understanding of an "attack" was pure fantasy. but, as the day's events wore out, i understood it for what it was.
i don't know why i am writing this, at 420am on a wednesday morning. but something jogged my memory of the defining life-changing moment in my life, and so i wrote what came to mind.