Part VIII
September 11th, 2001
John O’Neill had, only a few months ago been a committed and decorated member of the ‘Bureau’, now made his commute to his office in the world trade centre. The death of Bin Laden, the man John spent years searching for had been the peak in his law enforcement career. It didn’t take long for the short-sighted politicians and the circle jerk operation going in the CIA to take the credit. O’Neil didn’t complain, but it was clear that his superiors had had enough of him. His constant doomsaying and dire predictions on the state of U.S. security clearly didn’t fit right with them it didn’t help that he had opposed the Afghan strikes as an inefficient way of beating Al-Qaeda. They boxed him out, set ethics investigators on his trail and spied on him. Instead of allowing the axe to fall upon him, he opted for early retirement so he could learn more about the rumoured private sector pay. He headed up to the 34th floor of the south tower and sat down at his desk.
[1]
Captain Ogonowski drove his chevy to the logan international airport. He’d been a pilot coming up on 30 years, first for the military flying supplies from South Carolina to Saigon, now for
American Airlines. It was always his dream, and his dream had turned out well for him and met his wife Peggy on the job. He now only flew a week out of the month which gave him plenty of time for his family farm. As the dawn came up over Boston and he glided by his uncles' house he honked his horn.
18 thousand people worked at the Pentagon even with all the renovations the building undergoing it was still flush with military and civilians alike struggling to get hard work done here, in the heart of the U.S. military. However to Toni, it was what she did to pass the time between fishing trips, she couldn’t think about that now though, the day hadn’t even started and already she had lost focus. Instead of analysing the army budget she couldn’t help but picture the cruise she’d be on in a month.
United Airlines flight 175 departed Logan Airport for Los Angeles on time just as Alona had scheduled it, despite it being a vacation she worked just as hard engineering her sightseeing in America as well as she engineered for a living in Israel. She’d travelled the world Paris, Amsterdam, Africa but America was different, the weather, the sights, the prices! But above all, it was the peace, a far cry from the fighting at home. Alona’s trip had only just begun and she dreaded the thought of it ending
‘Late, how could I be late’. That is what Greg thought to himself. He knew why he was late, too busy watching the Giants lose to the Broncos. First, he gets yelled at by his wife for going out on a weeknight, then his daughter for not watching the game with her, and now he’d get it from the manager and the customers, honestly nothing gets people angrier than missing breakfast. Not even the view the
Windows on the World could provide could smooth over the sin of slow service. As he jogged out of Penn Station, he braced himself for a confrontational day.
It was a busy time for Republican pundits, they were no longer riotous crusaders, fighting the powerful hedonist liberals to save America's moral fabric. Now, they were the powerful and the media was a lot less accommodating. Barbara Olson jotted notes down as the plane crossed the Appalachians. She’d need them for when she got to Los Angeles where she intended to defend Bush and attack the Clintons, where she would inevitably face a pack of liberals and the host Bill Maher. She’d be kidding herself if she pretended not to enjoy it, plus her new book
Final Days would get good publicity from the appearance. It just pained her that it was all so last minute. ‘
still’ she thought ‘
it was either Teds birthday or the earlier flight.’
9-11 is D-Day, that’s what the banners declared as hundreds of New Yorkers lined up one by one and cast votes in the New York City primaries. Both Republicans and Democrats were voting to decide on the nominees to succeed the thoroughly dampened mayor Giuliani. For the Republicans, it was all but sewn up for former Democrat billionaire businessman Michael Bloomberg. Polls predicted a much tighter race for the Democrats but it seemed that Mark Green the city’s public advocate held the advantage. Politicos across the city waited on tenterhooks for the results.
President George W Bush sat in Emma E Booker Elementary School, listening politely to the second graders conduct a reading exercise. Rhythmically the children recited
The Pet Goat for both president and press and then after 15 minutes they finished. The President and teacher applauded the students’ performance and the class concluded, the President took a moment to pull his chief of staff, Andrew Card, aside and whispered to him
“You were right Andy, it's gonna be an easy day” [2]
Howard Stern joked about Pamela Anderson
[3], Madonna played to a sold-out staples centre, Alejandro Sanz took away the Latin Grammy for Record, Album and Song of the year
[4], the New York Yankees bested the Chicago White Sox. Michael Bloomberg and Mark Green
[5] won their respective primaries. Passengers flew, politics debated, the markets opened and closed
[6], thousands commuted to and from work, millions continued their days uninterrupted. Jay Leno came on that night at his usual time and gave the opening monologue for The Tonight Show.
“The President was in Florida today, visiting elementary schools, he even sat in on a 2nd-grade reading class. Isn’t that good to see? It just goes to show it is never too late for you to go back to school” the show featured an interview with Charlie Sheen and musical guest Gillian Welsh
[7]
United Airlines 93 touched down at San Francisco International airport, it was perfect luck that just as the flight had been delayed from taking off it was delayed from disembarking. Adjusting his watch Todd realised he still had time for the Sony meeting, but he’d be cutting it a lot closer than he’d like. He worked too hard, that’s what his wife told him, it was crazy,
she was the pregnant one, yet
he was the one working too hard, she was probably right.
‘God, Italy can’t come soon enough’ he thought.
“Don’t you think this is the worst part of flying?”. The guy speaking to him was a row behind him and standing impatiently, Todd looked and nodded politely from his seat. The guy continued “It’s like they get your hopes up when they land, and then they make you wait here with the airport right there! Do you fly a lot?”
“Me? all the time,” Todd said.
“Same, I hate it, but it's work, so what are you gonna do about it. Say, you got kids?” …
Tod still sitting and the guy (he said his name was Jeremy
[8]) still standing talked about their work, their kids, and sports all through the tarmac delay until finally when the doors opened to the airport and people began exiting. Todd finally stood up
“All right let’s roll”
[1] O’Neil is a character but one way or another it seemed he was on the way out of the FBI
[2] Andrew Card reportedly told the president just that
[3] Pamela Anderson was the subject of the broadcast immediately prior to the first plane
[4] The 2001 Latin Grammys never took place
[5] By my research, the Democratic primaries were a lot closer following 9/11 here Green walks away with the majority needed to avoid a runoff
[6] The economic implications of 9/11 are especially interesting
[7] The Tonight Show and the Daily show both went dark following the attacks Letterman was already on a break
[8] Jeremy Glick
This was something I felt had to be written for this timeline, to those who something else I understand but don't worry, all shall be explained.