There are certain things that happen in our lives that we never forget where we were when they happened for example I'd been on a Geology field trip the day Diana died, I remember coming home, turning on the television and Diana's death was all that was there. We discovered that Osama Bin Laden had been found and killed when we disembarked from our flight to LA, that kind of added to the surrealness of our 9/11 experience.
In September 2001 Steven and I were in Europe, we spent about 10 days in Sweden where he had a training course for work which we followed up with 4 or so nights in Paris then another 10 days or so in England. I clearly remember that there were significant problems with protests and refugees at the time. There had been several instances of people actually entering the tunnel near Calais and travelling by foot to England. It was all over the media at the time.
When the planes hit the twin towers Steven and I were aboard the Eurostar travelling from Paris to Dover. We knew nothing of what had happened until we arrived at Steven's Uncle's home in Canterbury.
When our train arrived in Calais from Paris police boarded and removed 3 passengers and their baggage. They did a full sweep of the train looking for and removing unattended luggage. My irrational self was inwardly terrified about what might happen but never thought much retrospectively about what might have happened. I don't know if there was any relationship between our train and the word trade centre attacks. I sincerely hope there wasn't. It was the last train to travel through the tunnel for many hours.
When we arrived at Dover Uncle Terry picked us up and made comment along the lines of 'isn't it terrible what's happening in America'. We thought he was referring to all the refugee related unrest happening globally at the time. We actually had no idea what he was talking about.
When we arrived at his home we saw what he was talking about.
In the space of time that Terry had travelled from Canterbury to Dover and back to collect us the second plane had hit. We were glued to the television for many hours after that, I'm fairly certain that we were already watching when the Pentagon was hit. I have memories of it all unfolding, most of my memories of the footage (and floods of tears) probably come from the one year anniversary when I was at home with one month old Charlotte.
For all the things we Aussies poke fun at the US about one thing that I absolutely love is their love of country and general patriotism. It only took a couple of baseball games and J knew exactly when she needed to be standing with her cap on her heart during the Star Spangled Banner before the game and God Bless America during the seventh inning stretch. She's been known since to hear one or the other on TV and come running to stand at attention.
We visited the 9/11 memorial site on the eve of the Memorial Day weekend. There were a number of US Navy Officers visiting at the same time as us. It's hard watching your own husband cry but it's harder seeing a military man shedding tears for his own country and countrymen.
It's impossible to explain what happened to your children.
It broke my heart seeing the artefacts, reading and hearing the stories, looking at the family photos of the victims and the missing person fliers, seeing the responses from everyday Americans from their visits to the memorial and above all looking at the sheer length of that list of names. In many respects, for me, such an act of terror in modern day is still unfathomable.
Time moves on, but this is one would in the modern western world that will take a very long time to heal, if it ever can. I look forward to revisiting the site in a few years time when rebuilding is complete. In the meantime I remain thankful for living the 'the lucky country' and say a prayer for every soul, and their loved ones, who lost their lives that day.
It was a day that altered the world we live in.
Where were you that day?
Tatum xx












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