What could I possibly write about 9/11 that isn’t cliched or hasn’t been said a thousand times before. This is no blog of condolence. There are a million better places to go. But still, this day was perhaps the most memorable from a news point of view in my lifetime. It surpasses the assassination of Lennon. The Falklands War. The bombing of Libya. The Fall of the Wall. That day and it’s aftermath, including two wars, has had a major impact in the lives of pretty much everyone in the US, the UK, Iraq, Afghanistan and beyond. Mentally and economically.
I would describe my position today as anti-war. But I wouldn’t associate myself with the (British) anti war movement. At the time, I would describe myself as being pro the actions in Afghanistan (or at least I fell I understood the purpose) and as a bit ‘meh’ regards the invasion of Iraq. I was a spectator of events, and didn’t fool myself otherwise. I didn’t shed a tear for Saddam and his regime. The occupation really didn’t have to turn out the way it did.
On this day ten years ago, I was sat on my computer, browsing. I saw the BBC news site ticker flash up that a plane had hit the WTC. I turned on the TV, and lo and behold….so one had. No more than a couple minutes later I watched the second one hit. I remember it taking a moment to process that information. I visited the WTC site a couple of years later, in 2003. I was on my way home from Mexico – it turned out to be cheaper to travel up to NYC and fly home than fly from Mexico. It was a strange experience. You look up, but you can’t quite picture those buildings. And the site, big as it was, seemed a little underwhelming. I’d expected something more, something bigger. It was, though, quite surreal. I look forward, one day, to visiting the top of the new tower that will replace them.