It was just after 10:46:40 PM on the evening of September 11, 2001, in the chapel of the major seminary of the diocese of Wagga Wagga, Australia (14 hours ahead of us), during a Holy Hour (I taught Scripture and languages in that seminary) that one of the seminarians ran into the chapel and – out loud – said that I had to come and look at the television. I was the only American at the seminary. He didn’t say what it was about, so I ignored him.
A few minutes later another seminarian came in to fetch me saying it was really important. America was being attacked. There are planes… You just have to come. Now. I went. He ran down the long hallway the length of the seminary. I ran as best I could. Now I was worried.
I looked at the television screen and made the sign of the cross, said the Lord’s prayer and the Hail Mary. I still tear up and get angry all at the same time, even now, as I revise and put up this post once again. Sigh…
May the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace.