ElfGrove

What A Day...

I woke up for class this morning, I got ready, I checked my webcomics and e-mail... I still had time. What the hell, let's flick on the news. Okay, well. Lets see... This is the world trade center, a small plane crashed into it this moring about 5-10 minutes ago. Shit. That's some mistake... Damned big gaping hole... How could they? I wonder if it's a terrorist attack?
Hey Mom. The World Trade Center's been hit by a plane.
What?! You're kidding!?
No. It's... Mom, wait a sec... There's a sec...
Okay I'm holding.
Oh look, there's a plane. Pretty big, what the hell's it doing? ... Oh gods... It's it's going to...
"Ahhhh!!!!! A second plane has just hit the other tower! A second plane! Oh god. I think it's a 747. It was a big plane."
Oh shit. Oh shit. Mom, it's a terrorist attack.
What? You sure?
Yeah. A second plane just hit the other tower.
What a way to start the morning.

Well that was how things began for me. Shortly after, I got Beau over so that he could watch, since he has no channels at his place. We sat in my living room in shock, me on and off the phone with Mom. The Pentagon was hit. An explosion on the lower part of the second tower, sends it crumbling. I'm on the phone the moment it happens. As I relay it to Mom, she relays back from Kathleen that it's now only 5 floors. My entire family takes it pretty hard. We're all pretty involved with govt. facilities. We may get pissed with it a lot, but we are too closely involved in it, all our friends and family work indirectly or directly for it. I was terrified something would happen to them. Skipping class was highly tempting.
One thing Mom told me this morning, that I won't soon forget, "Becky, you know how your generation keeps saying nothing major has happened in their time... You can shut up now." Heh... No kidding.

After the tower fell, I had to head to class. Beau walked with me, and I left my TV recording. My comment, "By the Gods... This is nigh impossible." I recalled how great Of timing I always had for these things. The night of princess Dianna's death and the olympic bombing, my little bro and I just happened to be pulling an all-nighter and caught it all before most anyone knew. Now, I just got ready in time to see the second plane come in. And people ask why I hate to watch the news. Nothing but bad.

A girl in my Calc.2 class, a navy rotc kid, was in tears, angry, hurt, panicked. She had new news, there was a fire somewhere in the US treasury, no idea where or how, and a white jet had been seen cricling and flying around in strange patterns near the White House. No one knew what it was, no one knew where it went. I can't blame her. I was that way inside, but I'm pretty damned stubborn about showing it. Kayla came in, she knew nothing, we informed her. The rotc girl and I agreed, the US needed to get off it's high horse and realize 1) we need to fund the military, 2) assassination is necessary in politics.
Between Calc and Phys2, Kayla and i used her phone (my phone refused to work) to contact family. Between Mom and friends in class, I learned: the death poll surpassed Pearl Harbor, several planes were still missing from where they had grounded everything in the US, there had been something in Pittsburg, another plane had attempted to hit Camp David, and my cousin Johnny, a commercial pilot, we had no idea where he was.
I had trouble concentrating. After class, I headed to English. Before class started, contacted mom again. The other WTC tower was down. Mom was home, all of redstone arsenal and MSFC was shut down. In Palestine, there was celebrating in the streets; sickening bastards. Johhny was safe and on the ground in San Fran, and cousin Sarah was uncontactable, but shouldn't be in any danger(wasn't concerned). Ben mocked me as Mom and I traded updates. Ben is lucky he wasn't killed.
After that class, Matt and I hit Foy for lunch... Everyone was crowded around the tv, usually inaudable due to conversations, it projected over the entire room clearly as they repeated what we already knew. I called Mom to check in, no changes. She and I agreed on one thing, this could very well create a WW3. Matt came up with one great metaphor or all of it: "I'ts like being hit in the back of the head with a snowball, then turning around and seeing no one there. We're pissed as hell, and don't know who did it."
After my last class, I called in again, everyone was home or in route. Good. I came home and started printing out reports from my comp, checking LJ, memory marking posts on it. I called to check on Rob. He was okay, sounded a bit stressed, but apparently that was just an infection. I'm glad to know my loved ones are safe. Thank the Gods for that. Steven came by my apt. apparently, his car was towed by northcutt, oh well. Bush addresses the nation at 7 or 8pm tonight my time. all borders are now closed. We're just waiting for the right target to begin a war. By policy, an attack on the Pentagon is conbsidered an act of war. Great...

Dusty, yeah, maybe this'll be just a statistic one day, but right now, its a very important day for our generation and our country. It's important to me. It's horrifying, and yet, I'm not completely shocked.
Carrot, I know your sick of the reports, sorry, stop watching then. This is something major for some of us.
Nephychu, good to see you back, sucks that this is why. I appreciate your comments today though, the kindergarten one made me laugh, thanks.
Shlnbard, enjoy the prayer service. You know me and the gods though, we argue more often than not. Ask the Wind spirit what he thinks. Boreas may want to do something specific in retalitation.
Other dojo ppl, I want your thoughts.
Dracumancer, I can't wait to hear your thoughts.
Later all.

Well to end where we began...
By The Gods....
What a day...