Sunday mornings
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September 11, 2011
Straight from my camera with no edits.
Feeling a little blah today. Probably because it is such a somber day for America. 10 years ago, I was in Scotland...Edinburgh to be exact. Walking down the Royal Mile, about to enter a shoppe called the World's Best Fudge Shoppe. As we entered, my husband and I were questioned if we were Americans, we said yes. The counter clerk was going on and on about how airplanes entered the Pentagon and World Trade Center and how the US was being attacked. We thought the guy was crazy, I started to freak, then Jess told the guy to shut the eff up because he was scaring his wife (me). The counter clerk swore up and down he was telling the truth. We got our fudge and left (I really needed the chocolate right then lol). Jess and I walked into the next store and heard the news unfold on the radio. Jess was deployed at the time, and I was just there visiting him for a port visit. He told me not to talk to anyone, (so they wouldn't hear our accent) and most likely the sub would be leaving asap, and if sh*t goes down, to go to the nearest US Embassy. The Royal Navy was most kind and put all of us wives visiting up in their Officer Quarters on base. They fed us & provided nice rooms, free of charge. They truly were concerned for our safety. The base even had a special memorial service for us, remembering & praying for those lost.
It was one of the most surreal experiences of my life.
How I got home, is a long story...for another time.
At the time we lived in CT, about a two hour drive from Manhattan. We could see the plumes of smoke for weeks, and ash fell for a long time too.
At the time, this little guy was 10 months old. It feels like yesterday and forever ago, all at the same time.
This is a day that all American's hold close. We all can remember what we were doing.
I pray for all those who lost their lives, and the family members who never were able to say goodbye.
