It’s been nine long years since the events of September 11, 2001 happened and much like people who talk about remembering where they were when Kennedy was killed, I know that I will always have that fateful day burned deeply into my memory.
I remember sitting in my shared office at work my co-workers and I reading the newspaper and drinking our morning coffee as we did every other day before and since. We were joking around listening to a local rock and roll station when the news slowly began to break from New York.
The reports sounded confused at first, a small plane had hit a building in New York, a Cessna one eye-witness had mistakenly reported. It didn’t sound like a big deal at the time, we all went on drinking our coffee. Then the news told of a second plane had crashed in New York, hitting the World Trade Centre and this time it was a commercial airliner. Reports came with every song now, and it seemed prudent to change to a news radio station.