It was a gorgeous day where I was, decided to pop over the local shops and pick up some bread and milk. The shop was an Indian one, and they had a radio on of people talking in Indian. The woman at the till was freaking out while serving me and kept looking back at the radio, so I asked what was happening.
Her English wasn’t great, and her panic wasn’t helping. All I could make out was “twins, New York, plane, crash!” As I was walking home I just figured there’d been a plane crash in New York, and she was worried because she had family out there, the “twins”. I get home and stick on the news, it’s before the second plane hit. General sentiment is that it’s some tragic accident, until we see that second plane hit.
For you younger guys, get this: after two passenger jets hit two adjacent New York skyscrapers in a single morning, there were still some people saying it must be an accident. That’s just how damn safe western people felt back then. Yeah, by that point most of us figured it must have been deliberate, but even we were shocked and almost didn’t feel like it was real.
I sat by the tv all day, watching it all go down live. I knew I was watching history happening, and I knew there was war coming, just not with who. There’s some shots from the BBC broadcast that I don’t think I’ve ever seen since, but my mind might be playing tricks on me, it was a long time ago, and it was a very strange experience.