Thank you all for serving!
Like you said we all remember exactly what we were doing at the moment and I can't believe I've been telling this story every year for the past 21 years. Rather than get up before the sun to start a shift, was slated to go out on a mission later that afternoon so I was able to sleep in that morning but had set my clock radio to awaken me to music/news. Now the radio personality that was on, is my high school classmate, class clown loud and annoying at times, pursued a career as a comedian but also had a morning radio spot. So imagine listening to this fool speaking in our native tongue/slang "Ho brah! I no can balieve dey wen fly 2 planes into the world trade centa!!!" I was like, "what is this fool talking about..." Turn on tv and the oh sh*t moment hits. Called work to find out if the mission was still on and if they needed me to come in. Also remembered the ~3 mile stretch of cars trying to get onto the base.
One of the daunting reality was most of our pilots at the time were part time and their full time jobs flew for a commercial airline. Each plane had to hold their position in the pattern and was interrogated by a fighter plane being flown by someone they know/work with, one by one escorted to land.
Can't remember how many years after, had an opportunity to go to ground zero. It was still the remains of the rubble and they had a little walk through museum with letters to loved ones lost.
Like you said we all remember exactly what we were doing at the moment and I can't believe I've been telling this story every year for the past 21 years. Rather than get up before the sun to start a shift, was slated to go out on a mission later that afternoon so I was able to sleep in that morning but had set my clock radio to awaken me to music/news. Now the radio personality that was on, is my high school classmate, class clown loud and annoying at times, pursued a career as a comedian but also had a morning radio spot. So imagine listening to this fool speaking in our native tongue/slang "Ho brah! I no can balieve dey wen fly 2 planes into the world trade centa!!!" I was like, "what is this fool talking about..." Turn on tv and the oh sh*t moment hits. Called work to find out if the mission was still on and if they needed me to come in. Also remembered the ~3 mile stretch of cars trying to get onto the base.
One of the daunting reality was most of our pilots at the time were part time and their full time jobs flew for a commercial airline. Each plane had to hold their position in the pattern and was interrogated by a fighter plane being flown by someone they know/work with, one by one escorted to land.
Can't remember how many years after, had an opportunity to go to ground zero. It was still the remains of the rubble and they had a little walk through museum with letters to loved ones lost.
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