8 years ago, in about 2 hours, I was sitting with a customer, regional manager in tow, when the first plane hit the towers. We ended the meeting and watched the news. I got to watch the second plane impact in real time.
We ended the day then and there and I took manger back to his hotel after offering up my house for him to stay in because no one knew what the overall affect was going to be.
I walked in the door... shit, I only had one foot in and Ex (we weren't even married at the time) was glued to the couch watching all the news reports.
First words to me, one foot in the door were "You are going NOWHERE!!!"
I had already formulated a plan to get back to active duty; I was in the reserves at the time. So that idea was squashed.
When the phone lines were turned back on, I made a call that not a lot of people got to make. I called my old Master Sgt.
"Hows it going Top?"
"How the fuck do you think it's going?"
"What's our response?"
" you know I can't tell you that, especially over an unsecured line"
" is it hot on the tarmac?"
" hehehehe, yes it is"
I missed it. A LOT. I knew who was going, where they were staged, who was already wheels up, and who was getting ready to load. It was my old unit. THE 911 force of the United States.
My mom's friend said it best when she was in a conversation with them about how I was handling it.
"He's probably foaming at the mouth"
Yup, pretty much
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