I had returned from two back to back rotations at JRTC on 09 Sep 01. I had spent the 10th cleaning gear, and filing supply requests for the things we had consumed during the trip. I finally got in my Apartment at around midnight on the 10th and slept like I was dead.
My Phone rung, It was my DO. He was babbling about being under attack, and saying I had to grab my **** and get back in to work.
I thought he was joking, and said so, and hung up and rolled over.
The phone rang again, this time he said to turn the TV on...
I flipped the tv on in time to see the second plane hit the towers.
I was 26 years old, with 9 years in the military. I was planning on seperating in December and going to school as a commercial diver in Seattle...
I had plans, My life was normal. I'd been in the military for almost a decade and never had to participate in war. I was bored, and getting out for some excitement...
When I got to work, the POTUS was on saying someone was going to pay.
I made sure our supply requests were being filled.
A week later we went on alert, 8 out of 10 of the E-6's and E-7's in our unit were suddenly sick/injured and not deployable. They had been virtual tough guys for decades, and now that we were heading for a fight, they lost their nerve.
I jumped to the head of the line.
Someone sent a message: ETAC's were needed to train up at Ft Bragg, they did not know where they were going but they were needed.
I grabbed my stuff, and got in the truck...
8 years later, I am still in the fight, and loving every minute if it.
This day means something to all of us. Along with horor and pain, to me it was a day that gave me purpose.
What did this day give you?
M-11
My Phone rung, It was my DO. He was babbling about being under attack, and saying I had to grab my **** and get back in to work.
I thought he was joking, and said so, and hung up and rolled over.
The phone rang again, this time he said to turn the TV on...
I flipped the tv on in time to see the second plane hit the towers.
I was 26 years old, with 9 years in the military. I was planning on seperating in December and going to school as a commercial diver in Seattle...
I had plans, My life was normal. I'd been in the military for almost a decade and never had to participate in war. I was bored, and getting out for some excitement...
When I got to work, the POTUS was on saying someone was going to pay.
I made sure our supply requests were being filled.
A week later we went on alert, 8 out of 10 of the E-6's and E-7's in our unit were suddenly sick/injured and not deployable. They had been virtual tough guys for decades, and now that we were heading for a fight, they lost their nerve.
I jumped to the head of the line.
Someone sent a message: ETAC's were needed to train up at Ft Bragg, they did not know where they were going but they were needed.
I grabbed my stuff, and got in the truck...
8 years later, I am still in the fight, and loving every minute if it.
This day means something to all of us. Along with horor and pain, to me it was a day that gave me purpose.
What did this day give you?
M-11
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