And not trying to stir up any political crap, but IMO part of never forgetting is taking care of business on election day.
I never forgot the chaos, disbelief and uncertainty of that day. Everyone at work stood still as they broadcasted the news over the intercom. Hard to believe it’s been 23 years. RIP to all the civilians, first responders, and everyone lost that day (and in the years afterwards) because of that heinous act.
Many of us will never forget 9/11 and the events that unfolded afterwards (although it is obvious too many have). And I have the utmost respect for all who made sacrifices, no matter what service branch or local/state/federal agency, military or civilian, first responder or family member, and the families who lost loved ones on 9/11.
Sad how things have changed since then. Especially the support the many terrorist organizations have managed to obtain right here! Just look at the protests on campuses.
Keep in mind, many of those on campus now were either very young, or not born yet...and have been indoc...'er, educated in schools that aren't always, lets say "patriotic"
I still remember where I was, what I was doing, what the radio said and the second plane hitting just after we turned on the TV.
I was sitting in a ford 946 plowing a 160 acre field. little did I know within 4 months I would be gone 27 of the next 36 months.
Yesterday's weather was exactly the same as that day. Weird thing to notice but I remember that whole morning very well living 60 miles away from DC and living 6 miles from Camp David, which was mentioned (on the radio) as a possible target for the 3rd aircraft. Nextell was down (radio/cellphone) just that was adding confusion to the morning for my work. I managed to find a television in time to watch the 2nd tower fall then hauled azz home to check on my wife and wondering if we should get the kids out of school. Lots of emotions that day, and I still have my "terrorists hunting permit".
In the days shortly after, 9/11 was covered non stop on TV. I watched every chance I could to keep track of what was going on and to observe what was going to be history. On the evening of about the 13th or 14th my ex-wife asked if we could watch something else. I flat out told her no, that this was history.
9/11 and Jan 6th , 2 dates that I will always remember what I was doing at the time and where I was .
I started working on a military installation August 16th 2001. None of the entrances were gated/manned/staffed etc. Wide open roads, all of the old guard shacks from earlier days had been torn down. Multiple ways to get into the cantonment area on side roads and woods trails etc. You know, cause everything was peachy and no threats. Then planes started hitting and everyone started watching. Then the light bulbs started clicking on. Radios got crazy busy, without giving away opsec info. Loaders and dump trucks started moving desk sized rocks and blocking side trails. But the humvees sitting in the middle of the main entrance roads with locked and loaded 50 cals, and a dudes behind them that were nervous and had itchy trigger fingers...now that, I'll never forget. And soon after, we got real busy...
