maidheather
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Joined: 12/27/2004 From: Portland, OR Status: offline
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I was in the US Military at the time, Air Force, just graduated basic training and my technical school. I was on leave in St. Louis before reporting to my first station in Japan, and my father and I had gone camping. On the morning of 9/11, we were packing up to go home, and my dad said he wanted to turn on some music for us to listen to while we broke camp. We didn't get music. By this time I believe the second plane had just recently hit, and we hadn't heard anything about Pennsylvania or the Pentagon. The ranger came by and some of the other campers were talking about it. On the drive home, I was in a bit of a daze. My dad said usually you could see a line of planes in the sky, in a holding pattern. But there was nothing. The radio station did break for a song at that time. God Bless the USA. A song I've always liked, but since that day ... i'm openly crying here just thinking about it. I remember watching the replays on TV, and i think i actually saw the second tower go down live, or just after it did. I heard them say we were under attack. I had never even heard the name Al Quida before that day. I was frantic, terrified, convinced they were going to cancel me going to Japan and send me to the middle of the desert and that I wasn't going to make it back. My dad, who used to be in the Marines, finally calmed me down and we contacted Scott AFB. I was originally supposed to have flown out the 13th. They were able to put me in touch with my work center in Japan, and between them and here, sorted things out for me. I ended up spending another week because those who were flying overseas had been stranded until they could get flown out (two people i worked with were on that set of flights, and said if it had happened a day off from when it did, they would have been stuck in Hawaii, for all that horror ~smiles~) I remember intensive baggage searches at the airport, bad weather (i got stuck in Alaska for a day) and when I arrived in Japan, I couldn't wrap my head around what was going on. It was less than two weeks after an act of war had been committed, so everyone was at high alert. Seeing a humvee with a machine gun pointed at the front gate, among other things ... memories I hope I never forget. I hope that no one ever forgets what happened that day. Not so that the terrorrists get their glory, but to show that they did not get what they wanted. They did not get a quivering country. The got an upset, vengeful country. They got to see why our military is the best in the world. It's odd, but I think the following movie line sums up how I feel about it. "We will not go quietly into the night, we will not vanish without a fight, we're going to live on, we're going to survive. Today, we celebrate, our independence day!"
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