(September 12, 2016 at 11:40 pm)Losty Wrote:(September 12, 2016 at 11:26 pm)Thumpalumpacus Wrote: Not gonna lie, I didn't really care about America that morning. I lived less than 1/4 mile from a major seaport on the West Coast with a Navy base attached. I was worried about my son and myself getting away from the fan before the shit hit it.
I didn't care about America either. I was 12 and I was gathered with my entire family at my grandma's house watching in horror as everyone tried to get in touch with my uncle who lived and worked very nearby. We all stayed there in that living room. The whole night. I was confused and I was scared for my uncle. I was horrified at the things I saw on tv. I wasn't thinking about America at all. I surely didn't have any patriotism on my mind.
I hear you -- for me, it was an Event, the JFK moment of my generation, and veteran though I am, I wasn't processing it as "Ermagerd, 'Murrica's bein' 'tacked!" -- but rather, "Where the hell should Jake and I go in case this port's a target too?" Also, trying to figure out a good answer to "What's wrong, Daddy?" when he's only four occupied a bit of my mind.
Funny, the things we think about in those sorts of times.
