I’m not exactly participating in Time Warp Tuesday this week; I’ve never written about 9/11. I’ve never felt that I needed to, but as I think more and more about posterity and mortality, it seems well-advised to do so.

As I said yesterday, September 10th is a dual birthday, so the night before was spent hooting and hollering at a pool hall. I gave most of the rides home, being the ‘responsible party.’ To this day, what 9/11 means to me is the last night I spent with David, our friend who is no longer with us. It has affected me in many other ways, and still does, since I live next door to Barksdale AFB, but still, I see memorials and news stories about 9/11, and I miss David.

My phone ringing woke me up that morning, a little after ten. It was my mother, the family physician, mother of four, ex-Marine, in the only absolute panic I have ever heard from her.

‘They blew up the Pentagon and the President is coming there! You have to leave! I don’t know what’s going to happen!’

It wasn’t her words; it was her tone. My sister has been missing, my brother has threatened suicide, my other brother escaped from a juvenile detention center, and she has called me, but I have never, ever heard her like I heard her that morning. My mother is the calm center of the universe; even when she has been screaming so furiously her eyeballs threaten to burst, she is always in control. This was pure panic.

I did the only thing I could. I called my manager and told her I couldn’t come in that evening because my mom said so, I got in my truck, and I left. It was easily fifty miles before I was really awake, but the rest of the trip was spent listening to the conflicting stories on the radio stations that slowly but inexorably slipped out of range, eaten by the miles.

When I arrived I realized I didn’t even have a change of clothes, but at least my mother was herself again. By that time, the President had already come and gone from Barksdale, with no accompanying explosions, and I think she’d realized she may have overreacted. We spent the rest of that day glued to the news networks, just like everyone else. I talked to my boss and knew I had to go home the next morning, as we only had a handful of civilian employees.

The next three days I worked open to close. I was exactly half of the delivery staff that week, but since the other guy had a real job, I worked for everyone else. Every house was the same; one distracted person handing me cash without looking away from the screen. Every street was the same; open front doors or curtains displaying everyone gathered in front of the television at every house.

What struck me the most, afterwards, was how long it took the military to close the bases. It was well into 2002 before you needed something besides a cartop sign and a smile to get on base, and 2004 before you needed a military sponsorship. The Air Force has done five background checks on me now, and they didn’t even start that until 2009.

All the changes, all the precautions, what good are they really? What can a threat level color do for national security? It doesn’t make sense to me. The same thing can happen tomorrow, or any day, and no amount of obstructing pizza delivery or prohibiting bottles of water is going to change that. Discrimination has been the benefit we’ve been reaping.

2 Comments on “Remembrances”

  1. jjiraffe says:

    Wow: you were at Barksdale. That was definitely an epicenter of the events of 9/11. I don’t blame your mom for wanting you to leave. Nothing was predictable that day and wherever the President was was definitely a danger zone.

  2. tigger62077 says:

    I get massively irritated at the flood of “patriotism” that surrounds 9/11 (and Memorial Day and the 4th of July). It’s like…oh, here’s this day, we had better all fly our colors and sob so that everyone thinks we’re patriotic and we care, even though we do NOTHING the rest of the year.

    I’ve never written about the day nor do I intend to. I may need to, once I have to explain the day to Cole, because I will need to get the experience OUT of my head. I loathe all the changes we’ve gone through in the past decade. They’ve accomplished nothing, imo, and you’re right, a threat color doesn’t do jack. Think about the world we grew up in and the one our kids are going to grow up in, just by these changes alone…and they aren’t done. People think this can be controlled and I don’t think it can.

    Sorry for the rant….

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