Ain't that the truth.
9/11/01
Morning: wake up late and get breakfast. Get on line to check e-mail and prepare for a phone interview
Later that morning: Talking on the phone with the recruiter after phone interview, he says building at WTS was hit by a bomb. Ran down stairs and yelled to my parents to turn on TV. Watched it all unfold.
40 minutes later... Call from Lt. Col. Rand Ponting. He was getting ready to head out west for joint operations training he had helped put together. Cleveland Hopkins Airport was shut down. He needed a place to hang out until he can get ahold of his command for orders. Went up stairs, showered and dressed.
40 minutes later.... picked him up at Marriot hotel and grabbed a shot. Saluted to destroying our enemies.
15 minutes later... Rand and I are back at my parents house. Mom and Dad serve us lunch as we all watch news. Rand gets orders that they manuvers will be cancelled and ordered to Dayton base to mobilize Ohio National Guard unit and wait for further orders.
Later that day... Drive Rand to car rental place and go back home to watch the news. Contemplated what it would take to lose my weight and get my fat ass back in shape to join the military..... Part of me still wants to. But I am too old, too fat, and too out of shape. But how I would love to put one in a Tango's head after 9-11.
Two weeks later I heard that 2 guys that I played football with in high school were in the twin towers on 9-11. They heard the fire alarm and ignored the message to not evacuate. They convinced seven or eight other people in their firm's office to leave with them. They made it out. Eveyone else in their office perished....