strredwolf | Six years (cont)

It is 9:15am. My mind slowly drifts back into consiousness as the radio starts to report the attacks. I sleepily ignore the first report earlier but at 9:15 am I hear the Pentagon was hit.. and latch on.

I'm awake. I need to get up and find out what's going on.

Upstairs, the main TV is going. Mom and I are glued to it for a few hours. I eventually get breakfast and go back downstairs to watch and get online.

Slashdot is up, and has coverage, a break from it's usual stream of geek news. CNN is breaking down. MSNBC is down. Fox News is down. Google is up. Sites auditing who's here and who's not pop up. Furs go to one site to say if they're ok or not. Altarskunk, who I remember went into the military as a chaplain, is overseas. I send word that I'm away from all the carnage and am ok.

Travel by air is suspended in the US. Some folks are caught as the entire goverment machine meshes together and starts picking up the pieces. Others run to Amtrak as alternatives. New York is half-shut down for at least a week. Furs are delayed or are forced to stay until air travel can resume.

Things never be the same again.