We all have our memory, our special way of remembering that day. A million stories as it were.
Well, for me I got to work after having listened to the radio in the truck on the way in. I am hearing stories and wondering what the hell this is all about? Inside at work the events in New York were all that anybody talked about. Eventually someone got a TV and set it up in the warehouse lunch room, and from there we all saw the towers fall, live!
We were all pretty much in shock, and emotions were very raw. I had always been the warehouse "token liberal" and when someone made the statement that if Gore had been elected, the US likely wouldn't do anything about this, I spoke up, (me and my big mouth) and said, look, it doesn't matter who is president. If we had elected Donald Duck, he would have to react to such an event. My boss, my manager, with his two supervisors standing behind him, thumped me on the chest with his finger and told me that because I voted for Gore, I supported terrorism.
I broke away from his angry glare and no more was said. I spent the remainder of that day lost in my emotions, alone. I talked to no one for the rest of the day.
Today, on the 6th anniversary of that event, my boss, the same boss, asked me to lower the flag to half staff.
As he handed me the key to unlock the flag pole I said....
Lowering the flag to honor the victims of the 9/11 tragedy is a perfect job for a Liberal that voted for Al Gore.
He shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't care who I voted for, as long as I vote.