9/11
- w wrzesień 11th, 2008 :: Pussy Ass Mouth
Hard to believe that it’s been seven years since that horrible day.
I will never forget it — the hours immediately following the attacks and the sense of apocalyptic terror, my numb panic and urge to hide from my pastoral responsibilities. Weeks later, still the fear, the shock, the sense that this was unlike anything I had ever felt before, or ever imagined feeling. It’s silly, but for at least two weeks I could eat nothing but McDonald’s Quarter Pounders with cheese, french fries, and Coke (not Diet Coke…Coke). Anything else made me ill.
The images. The sounds of bodies falling on metal. The smoke and ash. The plane down in Shanksville. The gaping hole in the side of the Pentagon. Mail carriers wearing white gloves, scanning the sky for airplanes coming from Andrews Air Force Base. Dread, dread, dread. Glued to the television news, the […]