Originally Posted by
Bottle_of_Hate
I am not big on conspiracy. All those hippies saying things like there were explosives in the building piss me off to no end. But... If that plane were shot down in the air, it would have littered debris for miles. You quite literally need to ask permission to shoot down the guy you are after unless you are taking fire first. Which does bring up an amusing story of handing some sand niggers their asses and batwings I may someday tell.
I am not saying it did not happen. But I find it all but impossible that someone in the last 18 years has not come forward if that were the case. Regardless of how it happened, those people on flight 93 are still heroes in my book. They lost their lives, willingly or not to preserve the lives of others.
As for where I was? I had the 00-08 watch the night before. On my way home I decided to stop at the gym. I hit it hard so I could sleep as soon as I got home. To which a phone call comes in as soon as I walk in the door blasting me for not answering sooner. Everyone come in to work RIGHT NOW. All shifts. GET HERE!! I remember being super pissed off as I had no idea what had happened yet. I had not listened to the radio or the TV yet. I thought it was just my work center and was thinking "great, somebody fucked some shit up and it is going to be a long fucking day". Well it was a long day... Once we had been told what was going on ( some people already knew and the rumors were spreading), it was time to put together the deployment. We already knew we were going out before any word had come down. We didn't have a tv or a radio and everyone was told to stay in their work centers. We were in the dark about what was going on as it happened. We only had what people who knew had seen already.
I worked in an intel based command. At the time I was still a little shit on his first tour sitting there waiting for the CO to address us all and tell us what was going on.
I'll never forget how this unified most of us in the country. But the next few years of "freedom fries", Alan Jackson, and the relentless bickering or liberals talking about how we invaded Iraq made me sick to my stomach.
I had just extended earlier to finish out a deployment where I was originally due to get out in August of 2001. I had a job lined up already and was set to get out Jan of 2002. About October timeframe, that job had vanished and I wanted to re-up anyway. Somewhat out of loyalty, somewhat out of not wanting to move back home. But it was the catalyst that led me down 21 years of a love/hate relationship with the military.