Nine-Eleven

 Well, here we are, eleven years later, on September 11.

My former wife and present friend from Japan was visiting.

On this day back then, she was asleep still, and I got up to have some coffee and to check the e-mail.

There were several from Japan, expressing shock and horror at the "airliner accident" – one airplane had already hit the World Trade Center, and as I turned on the TV, thinking "wtf?", the second plane hit.  I woke K* up and pointed at the TV.  We saw the World Trade Center collapse a dozen times.

It was VERY QUIET that day, as all air traffic was grounded, except for the Air National Guard roaring by in pairs overhead.

A day of confusion.

We didn’t know if she’d be able to fly home to Japan or would be stuck here indefinetely.  Our friends had flown back east to get married; they were stuck back there until the airliners flew again.

A week, it followed, of confusion.

Eleven years of war followed – is still going on.  War without end.

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