On this day in 2001 an overseas phone call awoke me early in the morning. It was a friend who was living in London and she was panicking because she couldn't get through to her boyfriend, who lived in NYC.
Why, what happened, I asked?
I'm not exactly sure, she said, but I think someone attacked the WTC buildings; it's all over the news. Will you please keep trying to get through to him?
I said I would, hung up and tried a few times to call him.
Next phone call: It was work.
Somyr is Brandon OK? (He was my boyfriend at the time. He was also a US Marine.) Yes, he's sleeping right next to me. Why?
Have you seen the TV? I think we're going to go to war.
I turned on the TV and watched the second plane hit the last standing tower.