I will never forget that day, as I live in the Boston area. We watched on my boss's small TV as they were playing the first plane strike over, and saw the second, live. Not long after, we heard heart-wrenching screams from the business on the first floor; his partner was on one of those planes that hit the towers.
In the hours and days following, our skies were abnormally quiet, so the scream of fighter jets patrolling overhead from time to time stood out more starkly against the silence. It was the day of the wake of a lady I knew, too, Donna had succumbed to breast cancer after a long battle, and mourners there were doubly numbed.
My niece was 3 weeks old, and I called my brother at home t let him know, as he was in the Army Reserves at that point. I knew it would mean he would be called for duty, he ended up going back to full-time service a couple months later. So dear baby Marylin spent much of her infancy just hearing Daddy's voice on the phone, and my sister-in-law was suddenly in the role of a single mother with and infant and a 9-month-old puppy - and three cats who were still peeved at them bring the puppy home when they brought home that screaming pink thing! It is sad to think Marylin has not know a day without war in her life ever since, even though my brother is now retired from the military, it still is present in our lives.