I was sleeping in that morning when my son called me on the phone, woke me up and said, “Momma, you need to turn on the tv.  I think we are at war or something.”  The second airplane had just hit the World Trade Center.

My oldest son was in the Air Force and I knew he had some very big and important war games that day.  On that morning everyone was worried about a strike against all the military.  (By the way, he has some very interesting stories about the airmen being confused about the real world terror threat level and the war games threat level.  The vast majority of them thought they were still playing war games when the change in threat level occurred.)

Like all Americans, I was scared, confused, and just kept thinking, “The idiot son is President.”   Turns out, I was right.

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