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The assignation was the 9-11 of my youth and the "where were you?" for my generation. The equivalent of Pearl Harbor or V-Day for my parents.
I was a second grader at a Catholic school in Colorado Springs. It was a cool, rainy day. i was in the second seat of the second row closest to the door; we were doing an arithmetic worksheet. Sister/Principal came in and said something to our lay teacher who started to cry. We were stood up and marched to the chapel where we said the Rosary.
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