I remeber 11 September 2001 just as if it were yesterday. I was a sophomore in high school, and my best friend was living with us, because his dad was teaching a course at the AFA. We were getting up to get ready for school, when I walked downstairs to get breakfast, all the lights were off, but the TV was on. My mom was sitting on the floor quiet. She was glued to the TV. The first plane had hit the tower. I got my cereal, and sat down on the floor, watching as the news unfolded. The second plane hit, as my brother had walked out into the streets to go catch the bus. The base was quiet, and there was somebody driving around the housing area informing everyone that there was no school. The base had been shut, and nobody could get on or off. I remember sitting in front of the TV the whole day, watching as each event took place. I don't thinki taht I saw my dad for almost a week after that happened. He was working long days. I remember also having to walk to school sometimes (over two miles away, if you know how the layout to Eielson AFB is, I lived at the farthest possible house from the school), because it was damn near impossible to get through the gates in the morning. That day most definatally changed my life.
The crazy thing was that it was "Uniform day" for my JROTC class. I had my blues out and ready to go. I remember being so proud to wear those, even though I wasn't real AF yet. That day solidified my intent to serve this country, and now 8 years later, I am on the thresh hold of actually entering Active Duty.
:salute: to all the fallen, and to those that have served or are serving. I hope I can make an impact in the fight against terrorism. Thank you all for your service!
BLud