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9–11 and Medvedev
We all remember where we were on 9–11. I was in bed. It was 05:30 when my sister called hysterically. She spoke to me in Spanish because we both return to our native language in stressful situations. She said, I still remember the words, “It’s horrible, New York, you ok?”
I was fine. I was in military housing in Hawaii. It was just me and my sun conure Connie, who was peeking just outside the nest we made for her out of an old sheet. She was still a young chick and could not hold to the perch in her cage. My husband had deployed about two weeks before for a Western Pacific patrol. The first out of Pearl after we married. I had a few things still in boxes that needed to come out.
So, as groggy as I was from sleep, I walked downstairs to where the TV was. I turned on CNN. The second tower had already dropped. Ah, time zones, aren’t they fantastic? Of course, I was instantly awake.
So, last night, the memories of that day came back. They included things like all the tourists who were stuck in Hawaii because all flights were grounded. It also meant a trip to the PX as soon as they opened because, knowing history, I expected food to become an issue. Also, my training as a former first responder took over.
So I went to the store after breakfast and bought a lot of canned goods. This included SPAM, canned meat, chicken, fish…rice, pasta, and…