I was in a meeting in the McKimmon Center at NC State University when the carnage began. I remember stepping out to ask my boss a question. He had the TV on and I briefly saw the smoke and flames coming out of the first tower. I went back to my meeting and told my friends from the ad agency that it looked like terrorists had again planted a bomb in the WTC. By the time the meeting broke up, everybody in the McKimmon Center was watching in horror.
I remember my hands shaking uncontrollably that afternoon. I faxed my contact information to the Naval Reserve Command in New Orleans that afternoon. Still haven't heard back. I guess they don't need a 44 year-old former Navy helicopter pilot who's been out the cockpit for thirteen years. If Al Qaeda ever gets submarines, maybe I'll get the call. Iran has submarines...
I watched snips of the "Path to 9/11" docudrama last night. I don't get all the political grandstanding of the last week. I took two things away from last night's episode.
- You can't win a war when politics and bureaucractic infighting are the paramount concerns (Clinton or Bush - no difference)
- We are fighting some really evil bastards
To those who risk everything in defense of our freedom, and for the cause of freedom in our world, I say thanks. To my friend Captain Dan in Iraq, I say happy hunting and I look forward to pounding beers and listening to good music under the clear Tucson night sky when you get back.