I was on the bus.
I was on a school bus on the way to school.
First clue that something funny was going on was the bus driver getting a bunch of jabber from the dispatcher over radio about how the FAA was grounding all flights in america.
My first thought was "what the heck?"
Then I got to school, saw a plate repeatedly hitting what I later learned was the world trade center (hello, bad grades in geography).
I'm sad to say that I *still* didn't know what was going on.
I'm a little confused about what happened after that...
I eventually found out from one or more of the following: * News the next days about what was going on * Badly received spanish TV signals rambling about "ataque en america"
Those who die innocent deaths never really die. They are everywhere; we just don't see them in quite the same way. And the culmination of what they were and what their death meant is as prevalent and tangible as the warmth in your soul and the sorrow in your heart.
Imran (story excerpt)