9/11 is my generation’s Kennedy assassination. Everyone remembers where they were the day it happens, and I think everyone remembers certain details about that day.
Mine aren’t in any way interesting but I figured I write it anyway.
I was working at Wickes at the time. That morning a colleague I was working with had that day found out she was pregnant, and someone from IT (a department I badly wanted to work for) was in to fix a till.
I was serving a chipper old man – the kind that can make serving customers enjoyable – when he said to me in a jokey way “Did you hear about the plane that’s hit the World Trade Center?”.
“No”, I said, anticipating a punchline. “Yeah” he replied.
It was no joke.
Although I wasn’t a breaking news junkie back then like I am today (something 9/11 turned me into), I asked most customers had they heard and did they have any information.
Every now and then a customer would have some fresh information. I was never able to truly grasp the scale of what was happening, but I got a fair idea.
My colleague obviously had her own things to worry about (being up the duff n all), and the chap from IT seemed strangely nonplussed by it all.
During any breaks I had, I’d run across to Curry’s to watch the events on TV.
I remember going into the ‘cash office’ and mentioned the events to my then manager. On a couple of occasions since then he’d pointed out he’d never forget the moment I told him. Like I say, everyone remembers certain details about that day.
I headed home still not totally grasping the scale of it. I expected to get home and say to whoever was home (either my Mum, Dad or one of my brothers) “Did you hear about what happened in America?!” expecting that they hadn’t heard yet – or at perhaps only heard in passing. But when I walked in not only was it on the TV (I didn’t realise it had become compulsive viewing for those that could) but I was shocked to see my mum crying. She really isn’t the crying type. It turns out a daughter of an old friend of hers was presumed dead as a result the attacks on the WTC.
My final memory of that day was being up late watching CNN as fighting had broke out in Afghanistan. With all the chaos of the day I thought perhaps America was already fighting back which struck me as madness to retaliate so soon. Turns out it was simply in-fighting not involving America. America would fight back later.