‘One might be an accident. Two stretches that to extreme implausibility.
It was like 911.
The first plane could have been a massive screw up.
But when the second plane hit, I knew we were at war.’
My wife and I were on an anniversary celebration on/in/at a remote Oregon Coast resort.
The morning of 9/11, and I was awake with the sound off on the tv, when the first plane hit. Then, I went into Navy petty officer language and remarks when the second plan hit.
That woke my wife up and as she asked, “What the hell are you watching?”
I told her America had been attacked similar to Pearl Harbor,and we needed to get back home to N. California and our family on the west coast. Also to pray for those on
the east coast, Midwest and Southwest.
While I was gassing up our OJ Simpson Bronco, she called the resort’s front desk and told them we were checking out early.
Basically, the tv channels confirmed your deduction and mine and that we were at war.
Radio reception was basically zero driving south on the coast and my Motorola couldn’t find a clear channel.
We stopped for lunch at one of the coastal Mo’s and sat at the bar and watched tv news. They confirmed that we had been attack and were basically at war.
I refilled our gas tank and we headed south. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes.
Days later, my wife asked how I knew. that what happened was not an accident. I said, “At that level, there were/are no coincidences or accidents.”
I asked her, “Why she didn’t argue nor want to discuss staying at the resort?”
She said in 40+ years of marriage, she had only seen that look on my face during the Cuban missile crisis. Then, she knew that we had been attacked.
Yup.