Monday, 2 May 2011

The death of Bin Laden and my memories of 9/11

I woke today to the news that Osama Bin Laden had been killed by American Special Forces after they tracked him down to a compound in Pakistan.  I'm concerned that the celebrations about Bin Laden's death may be premature as al-Qaeda are certain to plan reprisal attacks.  It's a worrying time.

I remember the day of 9/11 clearly. I returned home from work and my then husband told me that one of the twin towers had been hit, but I was distracted to see my youngest daughter playing on the lawn.  My husband had dressed her that morning, and it was a very sunny, warm September day yet he had dressed her in what looked like winter clothes. She was sweltering. It seems bizarre now but at that moment my main concern was to get my daughter into cooler clothes.

Once she was changed and happily playing again, we turned the TV on just in time to see the first tower collapse.  It seemed incredible to be seeing the events in real time, and the enormity of what was happening was soon over taken by the sudden realisation that my younger brother was staying near to New York.  Luckily it turned out that he was fine, but had had a phone call from a friend early that morning to tell him what was happening. My brother was then working as a professional photographer and he starting driving to New York to get some shots, and he has very kindly allowed me to use some of his photos from that day. It seems incredible that he was so close to what was happening that day.