Ahhh, a quiet Friday night. Kids are with their dad. Cats fighting periodically. Started watching a movie - Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy - that I had wanted to see in the theatre, but hadn't gotten to. I loved the Cold War. I mean, I worried daily about being nuked by the Russians, but at least we knew who the enemy was. And we knew they were afraid of us, too. I am not as much a fan of the War on Terror. Too terrifying. Too real.
How did we not see this coming?? I mean, I was ten when the Ayatollah's guys took our guys hostage. And what about Pan Am Flight 103? Umm, did no one see the handwriting on the wall? I didn't. Ignorance is bliss, I suppose.
I didn't get my parents' and grandparents' terror of Communism and Nuclear War -- that is REALLY, on a gut level -- until 9/11. I totally understand now. I used to be glad that my kids were so small when it happened -- 2.5 years and 6 months (Tertia not having been considered yet) -- but maybe it's not so good because it's not part of their Weltanschauung to be a paranoid Patriot. Just like it didn't make sense that my parents and grandparents were such knee-jerk Commie-haters.
I guess we all have to learn the hard way, huh??/
Where were you when the Towers fell??
Days of Terror: A September 11 Photo Gallery
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