I was on the last day of leave from active duty. It was a treat for me to drop The Boy off at preschool. Missus was already at work. I had started for home, and the cel rang - Missus told em to get on the Internet and find out what the hell was happening.
I saw the second plane hit the South Tower.
I heard about the Pentagon.
They had grounded all aircraft, but there was one headed for DC, until it plowed the field near Shanksville.
As I watched the South Tower go down, my knees gave way and I sat on the floor, and watched her sister fall.
After I got my legs back, I paced the house shouting useless curses. Then I stopped to think: the unit hadn’t called me. So I called them. No orders yet, stand by, but do not make any long-range plans.
I went into duty the next day and it was like a waking nightmare. And then we struck back in Afghanistan. And then the Left got their breath back.
Curse the treasonous bastards!!