I wasn't born yet when these attacks happened, but my parents have been diligent to teach myself and my siblings of what happened that day. My dad even went as far as to create a podcast episode about the event.
I lived in Hawaii at the time. Dad woke me up and said I wasn't going to school because terrorists were attacking. Our middle school canceled classes the rest of the week because it was impossible to get on post. I remember how utterly quiet it was outside, the only vehicles on the street military humvees with armed soldiers patrolling the base. I was terrified thinking they'd come for Pearl Harbor again. I had nightmares for months.
And to think there are people born after the fact that think it's okay to crack jokes about that day. I can't even look at pictures anymore without feeling nauseous from the violent loss of innocent life.
I totally understand how you feel. The thing I always tell young people who didn't live through it, and decide it's a great idea to joke and shit about it is "Hope that nothing like it happens in your time" 9/11 is our generation's JFK assassination. There are no appropriate jokes. It is an event that must be respected and remembered for what it taught us.
Wow, it's crazy thinking about the time difference. Being in Texas, it wasn't till the middle of the day they we heard about it, but man, Hawaii is just in a different universe time wise. And hell, the bit about the base being on alert totally makes sense, another thing I never would have thought about. Was the school on base?
I really appreciate you sharing. I think it's important to talk about these dark days to set the world in perspective. It's so easy to forget what really matters when we are lost in our daily races.
My middle school was on an air force base, yes. We didn't go back until the following Monday, and it was so bizarre. No one really knew how to talk about it. We were kids, so we tried to move on with our lives, except there was this deep existential horror carved into us. In a way, the pandemic reminded me of that time: trying to carry on while knowing that Everything Was Different.
It was four or five in the morning when our family in Puerto Rico called and asked if we were watching the news. My parents had to remind them how early it was. I didn't even know which cartoons to watch at that hour, so we sat on the curb outside with the neighbor kids, listening to the silence. There were no clouds in Hawaii that day either.
I wasn't born yet when these attacks happened, but my parents have been diligent to teach myself and my siblings of what happened that day. My dad even went as far as to create a podcast episode about the event.
I may be biased, but this is a fantastic listen.
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/september-11-2001-003/id1282014038?i=1000392241271
I lived in Hawaii at the time. Dad woke me up and said I wasn't going to school because terrorists were attacking. Our middle school canceled classes the rest of the week because it was impossible to get on post. I remember how utterly quiet it was outside, the only vehicles on the street military humvees with armed soldiers patrolling the base. I was terrified thinking they'd come for Pearl Harbor again. I had nightmares for months.
And to think there are people born after the fact that think it's okay to crack jokes about that day. I can't even look at pictures anymore without feeling nauseous from the violent loss of innocent life.
I totally understand how you feel. The thing I always tell young people who didn't live through it, and decide it's a great idea to joke and shit about it is "Hope that nothing like it happens in your time" 9/11 is our generation's JFK assassination. There are no appropriate jokes. It is an event that must be respected and remembered for what it taught us.
Wow, it's crazy thinking about the time difference. Being in Texas, it wasn't till the middle of the day they we heard about it, but man, Hawaii is just in a different universe time wise. And hell, the bit about the base being on alert totally makes sense, another thing I never would have thought about. Was the school on base?
I really appreciate you sharing. I think it's important to talk about these dark days to set the world in perspective. It's so easy to forget what really matters when we are lost in our daily races.
My middle school was on an air force base, yes. We didn't go back until the following Monday, and it was so bizarre. No one really knew how to talk about it. We were kids, so we tried to move on with our lives, except there was this deep existential horror carved into us. In a way, the pandemic reminded me of that time: trying to carry on while knowing that Everything Was Different.
It was four or five in the morning when our family in Puerto Rico called and asked if we were watching the news. My parents had to remind them how early it was. I didn't even know which cartoons to watch at that hour, so we sat on the curb outside with the neighbor kids, listening to the silence. There were no clouds in Hawaii that day either.