9/11 : Thirteen Years on
There are a few dates in the year that I don’t look forward to. Days when I look a bit more carefully around my shoulder, and don't feel comfortable about being on the Tube. September 11 th is one of these days. Today I’m heading into London, to go to work, and I think about the almost 3,000 people who made their journey into work 13 years ago. They were probably thinking the same thing as many of the rest of the commuters on this train do – what work was due in today, what they were having for dinner that night, whether they left their hair straighteners plugged in. Even dates, anniversaries, birthdays that were being planned. In a horrendous and vicious act of hate, these plans, these futures, were erased forever. I’m a lifelong Brighton fan, and the Albion community lost one of our own in one of the Trade Centers. Robert Eaton was on the 105 th floor, going about his normal day to day work, probably with one eye on the news coming in about the Johnston’s Paint Trophy