For JFK, I was sitting in the emergency room at the county hospital. My brother had slammed the door of our car on my hand. I later lost my pinky fingernail in a wrestling match with him.
When MLK was shot, I was not quite 10 yet. We were coming from our chores we had after school and a neighbor, who had heard it on the radio, called over to us on the back porch to tell us what had happened.
When Reagan was shot, I was at work. Watched the new coverage on the TV in the pilots lounge.
When 9-11 happened, I had just gotten the kids off to school when my husband called. He asked me to turn on the TV, he was departing the pilots lounge at IAH, heading for his pre-flight of the plane he was flying to Logan Airport in Boston. We couldn't believe what was happening on the TV. A hour and a half later, he said, they have canceled all flights, don't know what time I'll be home this evening, we have friends who are dead, get the kids out of school now, do whatever you have to do to be safe, we are under attack, I love you. |
