i can remember where i was when the planes hit the towers. i think we all can.
i was in Katie TX. working on a drilling rig in the derrick when my tool pusher came out of the shack and told me to come down.
the whole crew went to the toolpushers bunk house to watch the tv. i couldnt believe what i was seeing. i was speechless. and in tears. not as much as sadness but as anger. that they could do something like that.
a month later i joined the millitary. the Air Force. (SECURITY FORCES).
ive been to iraq 4 times since then. once every year. Hell, i just got back about 3 months ago.
some times ive went have been volentary. others i was told.
ive been shot at shot back. had ied's(impravised explosive devices) go off by my hummv on convoys. ive even bagged and tagged a few iraqies.
ive worked in detainee ops. like abu guarab and other prison areas.
and every time im over there and i feel like quiting. like just saying fuck it.
i think of all the people that died in 9/11. and all the familes that will never get to see there loved ones because of what these people did to them.
and i keep going. and i will never stop.
so i will always remember what happened that day. and all the people it affected.
god bless them. and to all of u who have lost some one or know someone who was affected by this. my heart goes out to you.
and i will do everything in my power to make sure this never happens again.
even if i have to spend half of my life over there to keep us safe. that is what i will do.
god bless u all.