[CaptainCrunch]

Wow, I still have trouble believing that 10 years has passed.

I still remember it pretty clearly though, I woke up and did the typical thing of turning on the news, and turning on the coffee maker. I took a shower while the coffee brewed and I was drying off when I heard the news update that a plane had hit the World Trade Center.

Hmm, what a tragic accident, I envisioned a small plane accidentilly bouncing off of the building.

Then I went to throw on my suit and I was doing up my tie when I heard a loud Oh my god coming from the T.V. speakers, I went into the living room to see the second fire ball and I kew that this was deliberate.

I remember deciding that I still had to go to work, we're Calgary, as tragic as this is, it doesn't effect us. But I drove to work getting more and more somber as I went along.

On the radio they talked about Manhatten being evacuated, that there were more planes out there and that airports were accepting landings and then shutting down.

I remember getting to work in the NE and looking up and realizing that I had never seen so many planes just circling in my life.

I went into the office, some of the girls were bawling, our boss still wanted us to work, but we were hearing that people were leaving downtown Calgary, that there were planes heading to Vancouver.

I remember seeing the infamous George Bush picture, hearing about another plane crashing in a field.

One of my clients phoned me crying and telling me that it was the end of the world once the American's nuked whoever was responsible.

I had an American friend call me up and he was devestated, he figured that 10's of thousands were dead in Manhatten, the towers came down and we saw bodies launching themselves out the window. We heard stories of fire fighters and cops running to danger, and we saw the horrible dust clouds flowing through Manhatten while shocked residents stumbled towards the camera.

I called my parents just to make sure that they weren't having a heart attack, my sister was in Manhatten at a medical conference and they couldn't get through to her cell phone.

The planes kept landing at the airport.

My American friend phoned me up to tell me that a guy that we both knew in college worked in the World Trade Center, my buddy had just talked to his wife and she was devestated (he was killed)

People were phoning me and asking me what I thought, and it was a simple answer.

The day was a blur of emotions, anger, sadness, rage, uncertainty and indecision.

Every petty thing took a back seat to what was unfolding. I left at lunch and decided to take the afternoon off and went to a pub to watch the news, I thought that the American rage and thirst for vengence was going to be far more brutal then Pearl Harbor.

The planes on the way to Vancouver were a hoax, but we waited for the other shoe to fall and it kept us up all night.

We all aged that day, and the world changed that day and not for the better.