Franklin Roosevelt said that December 7 was a day that would live in infamy. But for me it's Sept.11. We were in England when it happened. Saw a tv set in a cafe and couldn't believe it at first, thought it was some kind of an accident and then the second plane hit.
Our daughter was living outside of Washington D.C. and I was so worried about her, took forever to get a phone call through to her.
We weren't scheduled to leave England for a while, but we contacted Delta and they said that once planes were allowed to land in the States again that they would book us.
I felt numb, couldn't stand looking at the pictures. Every time a plane flew overhead I was nervous. When we got to our flight I stared at anyone who looked the least bit different. It was a long flight home to California.
I'm better now, we still travel a lot, have even flown on Sept.11, but I'll never forget that day. Our flag flies today and every day.