On 9-11-01 I was at home when I got a call to turn on the TV.
I was aghast.
Then I saw the second building go down live.
My wife was there with a friend of hers and I sat there for a few minutes in shock and then went down into the basement and cried my eyes out because I knew that it wasn't going to be long before our young people started getting chewed up somewhere.
On the morning of 9-13 I shot a service rifle match and did pretty well. That afternoon I started a six month unsuccessful campaign to get back into the service.
I figure it was only fair,, as what we have been doing to our young people since the beginning of time isn't fair.
I was hoping that maybe some dumb kid could get to sit this one out.
It's been a long nine years and as usual, a lot of Americans forget.
I won't forget.
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