Wow. Almost fifteen years ago, and I can still remember so clearly feeling just terrified, as though the whole world was under attack.
William was a baby and was at nursery that afternoon. I’d been to Exeter to do a mystery shopping job and was driving home when I heard on the radio that a plane had crashed into the first tower. I can even remember the radio programme I was listening to – Steve Wright on Radio 2.
When I got home I switched Sky News on, and just watched the whole thing unfold, I think in a state of disbelief. I remember watching the first tower collapse, live, and just not being able to quite believe it.
I phoned Ashley at work, and he was much the same – just a total sense of disbelief.
I will never forget watching the people jump from the windows and actually hearing the bodies hit the ground – not something I want to dwell on, but again something that will stick in my mind forever.
And as I sit typing this, I have just heard that more than 30 innocent people have been gunned down by Islamic terrorists on a beach in Tunisia (I write these posts in advance, so this may well be old news by the time you read this). Which yet again quite clearly proves that the War on Terror was a very costly – both in terms of money and in human lives – failure. Something must be done to stop these lunatics.
Where were you on that day? Do you have any particular memories of it?