Seven years might have passed but today marks the 7 year anniversary of the 9/11 attacks on the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon. I remember the many thousands of people killed and injured including hundreds of Emergency Services workers who ran in while the public were trying to escape.
I remember having started Train Guard school for the second time and hearing about the attacks on the radio when I’d woken up that morning. For people who were awake the previous night, it was older news to them but new news to me. I remember listening to Triple M’s breakfast radio pairing of Andrew Denton and Amanda Keller taking call after call from people who had watched the tragedy unfound. While this was happening, I read the first of many reports in the Terrorgraph.
When I got the the College of Knowledge, people gathered around the one TV screen in the canteen area. I remember nothing of what actually was taught that day, if anything. Each break we had, people would be off to the canteen again to watch the solo TV.
When I got home I watched the TV for hours watching the events unfold live and on replay. I remember hearing the song “Amazing Grace” and thinking that it was so sad with those pictures. In the end I turned off the screen as the same images were being played over and over again.
It was a combination of September 11, my previous job in a security control room, mates’ involvement and the bushfires in my local area over the upcoming Xmas of 2001 that led me to become a volunteer in the NSW Rural Fire Service.
While we have moved on a lot in the last 7 years, I still think from time to time about how awful it would have been to have been personally involved in the events of Septemer 11, 2001. It could be argued that the one day of September 11 2001 changed the world forever.