Yeah...that's what he said...I'd have lost all control on my steering.
That's right...about the contrails. All that day, (have I told you the story?) there were no contrails in the sky...then that evening after dark the Black Hawks flew over on their way to the unit we toured. We heard them coming and everyone in the neighborhood came out and watched them...
God bless them, even to this moment I'm so happy they flew over! I mean, we didn't know when or if the terrorist attack would end at that point...and we were all on pins and needles.