I was in a bus, on my way to work in a furniture warehouse.
I had to struggle to hear what the driver’s radio said and glanced over at a military camp with a number of Americans that probably were in agony that day.
Almost none came to the store, and the few that did drop in, we told what was going on, so they returned their stuff and hurried home to watch TV.
After a few weeks, the phone came, and I re-enlisted in the Norwegian army so I could with the allied forced to Afghanistan. It turned out that they had asked for more people than they needed, but I’m proud that I showed up.