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Memories From 9/11. We Were All Making it Up As We Went, Right?


I'd like to forget, but it hardly seems an option...

I’d like to forget, but it hardly seems an option…

Such anniversaries trigger memories, don’t they? They sure do for me, especially with this one.

My 9/11 story is unusual, and it also involves my brother and his family. I was working at the time on a very busy and chaotic Med/Psych floor in Boston, and I was far too busy to notice the news for hours. Meanwhile, some rather psychotic patients were watching the news on TV and were far better informed than me. Occasionally one of the one would mention it to me, and I have to admit that it took hours for me to believe them. There were usually dramatic rumors floating about… Eventually admin called to set up a meeting about staffing. That day, it seemed everyone in Boston – it’s Boston after all – assumed NYC couldn’t possibly manage on it’s own and we’d soon be hit with a tidal wave of casualties that failed to materialize. When I drove home, straight through Boston at rush hour, it was surreal: no people on the streets, no cars, no airplanes: near silence on a sunny fall evening. I left the radio off. A State Police car sat parked on the Mass Turnpike underneath the Prudential Tower with its lights on, apparently to somehow dissuade any potential bomber. We were all making it up as we went, right?

My first thought when I first heard (and believed) the news was simple: my dumb brother is going to get himself killed. He’s that kind of guy, a danger moth. He was a local newspaper photographer and, sure enough, he caught the last ferry into Manhattan before they cut off the island, went straight to the site and took the dust cloud in the face as the second tower collapsed right in front of him. He said he couldn’t see a car headlight at arm’s reach, and tripped over an old man who’d passed out, picked him up, and carried him away until he found an EMT to give him to. It turns out there were lots of random EMTs in the area trying to figure out what to do.

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He spent days at the site; the paper eventually published a photo book. I have a copy. He’s in a registry, and to this day he gets respiratory illnesses far more often than he should. We toured the site together a couple of times, once when the wreckage was still fresh and people were wandering around, still searching for missing relatives against obvious odds. I’ll never forget the metal, thinking “that looks just like the pictures on TV…” I also saw the cleaned up hole while they were still figuring out what to do next. I need to get back and see the  memorial, but I can’t say I’m in any rush to go there again. I’m just not. Heck, it took me until today to bring myself to get this close to it.

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There it is. I saw it in person – cool! Well, actually, not cool. Very much absolutely not fucking cool…

My brother’s wife was a theater biz type on Broadway, very ambitious. She promptly dropped her career, they started a family and she insisted on moving to Vermont. They still live there, and I hardly ever visit NYC any more. I just don’t.

One more detail. All those decades we’ve put up with countless noisy “tests of the Emergency Broadcast System.” 9/11 may well have proven it will never actually get put to use, except for all the screechy tests. “In the event of an emergency, officials will provide…” what exactly? I’ll tell you what: nothing, exactly nothing. Too afraid of saying the wrong thing to say anything at all. Making it up as they go…

About Big Red Carpet Nurse (1750 Articles)
Along with other stuff I enjoy that pays the bills (a plus!), I'm a budding nurse comic. I plan, like fake Opthomologist Rand Paul, to create my own professional organization solely so it will grant me a Doctorate. In my case, the org will be something like the AANC (American Association of Nurse Comics), and it will (trust me on this point) agree to make me the first ever DNC: Doctor of Nurse Comedy. I'll keep you posted!

4 Comments on Memories From 9/11. We Were All Making it Up As We Went, Right?

  1. I still believe most of the country is suffering a mild PTSD related to that. So many more people die violently all of the time, all around us, but planed flown into buildings to deliberately murder, and then elicit a response designed to weaken us even more is something that is too traumatic to just let go of, even if, on the scale of innocent lives taken, it was actually quite small.

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    • I agree. The actual numbers dead are relatively small compared to 50,000 every year dead via cars, same via guns, and hundreds of thousands killed annually by US hospital errors, but it’s so dramatic and sudden!

      Our response to date has been very helpful to our enemies. The only way to defeat us is to bleed us to death financially unitl we can no longer afford our military. Trillions of dollars spent to make things worse in the Middle East goes a long way towards achieve that goal. We’ll run out of money long before we run out of enemies. Many empires have died that way before us.

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