My memories of 9/11 – 11th September 2011
As we sit poised on the tenth anniversary of the events of September 11th 2001, I like many, look back on my own memories of the day.
We were away on holiday in early September 2001, celebrating our second wedding anniversary, spending time down in Cornwall, Devon and Somerset. It was a far-off, peaceful time before the arrival of any children!
On September 11th, we were on a steam train on the West Somerset Railway when I received a text message from my friend Jon informing me that planes had hit the World Trade Centre. I didn’t even know what the World Trade Centre was!
More news gradually came through but it all seemed strangely irrelevant sitting aboard a steam train in the depths of the English countryside. Was this really happening? Was America really under attack? It just didn’t make sense.
Eventually we made it back to the car and I remember ringing work and asking them about it. It sounded as though most people there were watching television or looking for more details on the internet.
For some reason, the only radio station that I could get hold of in the car was Talk Sport! Of course there wasn’t much sport being spoken about that day, the news was all about the developing events in America.
I can’t remember much else about the day apart from eating out at a Pizza Hut or Pizza Express in the evening. They had TVs in the restaurant which were endlessly replaying the plane crash.
It was a strange and unique day. A day when America came under attack. It all seemed like a million miles away from rural Somerset. Nothing would change here, surely?