Where was I? I was with my parents. I had just had Sister 12 days ago and was very tired. She was not a good sleeper (and wasn't until she was about 2). Ben was up in Missouri which is where we lived. We thought we were getting out of the Army before Sister was born so I had moved in with my parents so the transition would be easier. Obviously, we didn't get out of the Army.
Ben called me to let me know a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I pictured a small two seater plan and was upset he woke me up to let me know that. I had no idea.
I spent all day glued to that television even though after a while, it was the same thing over and over again.
My mother-in-law called that morning too but it was not because of the terrorist attacks. My sister-in-law had lost her baby in utero and she was calling to let me know. Those two events are forever linked together.
I stopped watching the TV when Brother started whining, "No more building. No more building."