Thank you all for the kind words.

We actually PCS'd to Germany a few days after 9/11, and I remember being scared to death of flying that day. Security at the airport was insane. They actually shut down the airport we were supposed to fly out of, and they put us on a bus and drove us 5 hours to a different airport. It was all very surreal and scary. I remember, while waiting to board the plane, looking around, trying to figure out if anyone looked like a terrorist.

I actually do that a lot, try to put myself in someone else's shoes. Like whenever someone gets murdered, or dies in a car crash, anything like that, I try to imagine what it must have been like, what they went through. I don't know why I do that, but it makes reading the news really hard. Like yesterday, when there was a report of a fire that took four children's lives while the mother stood outside and had to watch. It still affects me what her and the kids went through.

Whenever I hear songs about the attacks, it brings up the images from that day, the way it felt, watching it on tv that morning. We were in the middle of PCS'ing and staying at my husband's aunt's house. My husband went to work with them that morning, I was still in bed when the phone started ringing. I didn't answer at first, since it's nto my house. But it kept ringing and ringing, so eventually I got up and answered the phone. It was my husbnad, telling me to turn on the tv. It was right before the second plane hit the towers.
I know all of you are right, but I still feel stupid to be so affected by this.