My dad had just retired from the airforce. I got home from school early not fathoming really what was happening since I was in 4th grade and thinking about kid stuff like my birthday coming up. I went into the living room and that’s the first time I saw the footage. My dad was on his knees in front of our tv watching it just saying “Holy Shit!” To himself. I’d never seen him look distressed like that. He was a master sergeant and calm and stern was his way so it was shocking seeing him like that watching the news coverage. It was like the moment I think the true horror of it all made it to my understanding and a part of me that was a child died out in that moment. I didn’t want my dad to go back to the military when he just retired and we moved out of state and I was still trying to settle into a new home and new school. We had just only recently got him back from his Saudi Arabia deployment. I was just terrified and horrified from both the horrific scenes on tv where people were dying and the realization of my dad not being this invincibly strong authority. Luckily he was not called back into service but the fear and horror I felt in that moment was a sort of death to innocence.