I've finally had a chance to step back and reflect on yesterday's events in London and around the world as a result of the terrorist plot that was thwarted. For me, yesterday was Sept. 11 all over again. Even though the terrorists failed, the same emotions and feelings came gushing forward.<
You see, I was at the Pentagon on Sept. 11, 2001. I can still see the fireball explosion and tower of black smoke billowing from the Pentagon as I arrived on the Metrobus to catch my train to work. It's a vivid image that remains burned in my memory, like one of those dreams you have where you're not sure whether you're awake or sleeping.
On that day, I went into reporter mode until late at night. It wasn't until almost midnight that I saw my wife (Pineapple Princess). The same situation happened yesterday. I was sitting in the dentist chair yesterday morning when the doctor broke the news to me about the terror plot. I ran to the office and then to Heathrow Airport and back across London.
At the airport, it was a scene of utter chaos and confusion. People were openly crying. Some shouted at the already frustrated employees. Some passengers gave up and went home, or fell asleep on the airport floors.
The terrorists failed. But it's only a matter of time before one of them gets through. It's not a matter of "if"...it's "when". It will happen. I fear for the future of humanity.
I finally made it home last night to my lovely wife at about 11:30 p.m...just in time for the clock to strike midnight. August 11...our sixth wedding anniversary. We're still here. But for how much longer, God only knows.