On September 10th, 2001 I had decided to enlist in the U.S. Air Force due to unforeseen circumstances and to do my service to the Country that I love. When I awoke on 9/11 I watched the live news coverage of the attack on the World Trade Center, in complete horror. I had a friend that worked approx. 12 blocks away from the WTC and she had told me that she would go by it on her way to work each morning. While I was at work listening to the continuous coverage of the events taking place that day, I couldn't focus on anything except is my friend alright, is she alive. Fortunately, I received a call from her at about noon letting me know that she had the flu, called in sick, and not to worry about her. I did not go talk to the local Air Force recruiter that evening like I had planned because I was more concerned with the relief effort, and I also knew that there would be a long waiting list because of the rush of angry American youth that just wanted to enlist so they could shoot an Afghani Terrorist. That is my story.
A1C Craig M Freke
I was up one morning, worked midshift and all, trying to get my Dreamcast to work. I gave up and decided that I wasn't tired yet and to go watch some TV in the dayroom. I NEVER watch TV, so this is how bored/wired I was at the time. Guess my Dreamcast really ticed me off huh?
Well, I walk in and see about three people watching Tv too, which is also strange as the dayroom is usually a graveyard, epeically at this time of the day. I walk in and people go on about how a plane hit the tower and such. I'm thinking that's one horrible pilot to hit something like that and then the second one hits just minutes after I walk in.
Ok, once could be an accident, but twice?
We start to panic as we are in a high priority target.
After that it just becomes a jumble of fear and uncertainity about work and such.
Things got interesting at work, that's for sure.
Working in THE intel squadron for the AF, yeah....interesting.
SSgt Jeremy Weaver (Seperated)
