Twenty years of reflecting on what happened that fateful day in New York City, when two planes flown by terrorists crashed into the World Trade Center. Carnage like this never seen before as result of terrorism.
Those of us who were alive then have had 20 years to reflect on where we were, how we reacted, those we they to reach or contact in panic and as fast as possible. (The thread below is interesting.) Those of us who were far from home in the USA, as I was at the time, were trying to make sense of what was going on in the USA.
I was on an IMF mission to Mauritania and just broken our meetings for lunch. As we walked into the restaurant, we saw images of a skyscraper spewing smoke; we thought it was an action movie, at first. We soon got the story straight and sat and listened and looked in awe. Locals were saying “This is not Islam…” Later, it turned out that one of the concerns was that Mauritania was home to an Al-Qaeda cell, and that’s part of a new movie, The Mauritanian, about a bombing suspect who was caught and detained at Guantanamo Bay for 14 years without being charged, and eventually freed.
Life has changed dramatically for those of us who travel, internationally. I had to re-enter the USA days after the attack. I was a strange set of new restrictions and regulations and we have to deal with that restrictive regime still.
My thoughts and prayers go out to those who lost near and dear ones and who are still trying to cope with the losses of that fateful day.