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This is my post for #freewriters Sunday prompt the good preacher hosted by @mariannewest
Other than a tragedy in my family, there are three days that I can tell you exactly what I was doing. The first one was the space shuttle blowing up. I was on my way to Vero Beach with my sister when on the car radio they started the countdown for the launch. I told my sister, let's go to the Wabasso causeway and watch it go up. The sky was clear, we watched it take off, then we knew something bad happened, the radio announcer says, "it looks like we have a major malfunction". What an understatement. We could see the capsule falling. I thought that the astronauts had to be dead from the explosion, but found out later that they were said to be alive until impact.
The second memory is 9/11. I was at home, and my husband was at the fish house. I had the tv on when breaking news came on it. I could not believe what I was seeing, they were talking about the plane hitting one of the twin towers. A few minutes later they were showing another plane hitting the other tower. People were jumping from them. They later took all the footage of the people down, which I wish that they would have never shown because every year on this day, I think of the man in the red suit, he was someone's son, was he someone's father, or someone's husband, I hoped they were not watching. He had his arms and legs outstretched, just falling. I always think about what was going through his mind and how bad it had to of been for him to jump.
For all of these people, I pray for their souls, their families, and the good preacher who had to perform their service.
The third thing, my husband and I were in the ocean, it was at night. We were catching mackerel and one of the other fishermen came over the CB radio and said "boys we just went to war."|column1|column2|column3|
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