Back then, I was working ten hour days, 6am to 4:30 at APS in Phoenix. I got there about 10 to 6 as usual. Got my coffee and talked to Fred who came in when I did.. After a few mnutes, he called out and said a plane hit the WTC. I mentioned plane had once struck the Empire State Building back in the late thrities - early forties.
We went to the breakroom and turned on the TV. We looked at the TV and then at each other, speechless. By this time other people were arriving at work and the break room filled. Some people talking quietly, others not saying anything.
When the 2nd plane hit, a couple of the women screamed in horror, some of us cursed.
Not long after that came the announcement that we could stay and work or charge your normal shift hours, and go home and to be with our families.
When I got back to Mesa, my Dad had brought the extra TV into the family room and was watching two different channels. we talked a bit and I remeber telling him that I felt a rage to lash out at whoever did it.
That was when I asked my Dad, if he had felt the way I was feeling back on Dec 7, 1941.
He slowly turned his head and looked at me, and quietly said "yes", trying to hold back his tears.
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