Attack on America
My mother was having surgery in Alabama and I was getting ready to make the drive from Louisiana. My wife was in the bedroom watching the morning news. She called me to come there.
I walked in the bedroom and sat down on the bed and watched as the second plane hit the World Trade Center. It was like a dream. She told me that what I saw was live.
I kissed her good bye and headed for Alabama. The attack was the only thing on the radio for the seven hour drive.
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