September 11, 2001: Personal Stories 10-Years Later

I was in Ko Samui, Thailand. It was mid-afternoon and I was hungover. The GF and I were on our moped riding down Soi Mango when a bar owner I knew called Cammy shouted down to me from his 1st floor bar:

"FFS come and look at this..." he shouted.

The first tower was billowing smoke and the news crews were in overdrive. Like everybody, I thought it was an accident. Then within minutes of watching, the second tower got hit. I knew then it was a 'terrorist attack' and the only real suspects could have been some shadowy, well-funded Islamic types.

Then the news of the Pentagon attack started to filter through and I knew something was rotten in Denmark. My first thought was quite simple, and i said it aloud:

"That's the world's most heavily defended and militarily-important building - WHO on Earth could pull that off? Certainly not Jihadists. Something's very wrong here"


When the towers came down there was no longer any doubt in my mind. The manner in which they EXPLODED left me with one indelible memory:

THAT WAS A CONTROLLED DEMOLITION. No if's and no buts.

I said to Cammy something like 'mark my words, this was some kind of inside job' and I couldn't believe I was saying those words. He disagreed with me to the tune of 'WHY would they do that to themselves?'


10 years on I doubt he shares the same view.

I was left in total disbelief that none of the conspiracy theories came to the fore for months and years later.

On a side note: within 3 or 4 days, the markets in the Thai island were selling OBL tshirts in the style of Che Guevara, glorifying him in a sarcastic/ironic way - hinting that he was just a patsy.


RIP all those who were murdered by the people they paid to protect them.

ok so i have not been on in a while. i avoid the 9/11 threads like the plague but here we go......

i was just barely outta high school, in a hardcore punk band that im still in today and kicking strong! i woke up and was on a local message board and saw some vague posts bout NYC being in flames. i thought it was a post for some hardcore fest in NYC. keep in mind i woke up at like 1030- 1045 totaly oblivious and indignant that i couldnt watch the price is right(#in punk rock) anyways, at some point i came to reality from dream land and freaked out. called my girlfriend at the time and she came over and hung out all day. got into arguments with her, my family and others about the situation cause even though i didnt have any idea bout the circumsatnaces of this twisted tale, i knew something stunk. i remember the reports of the van under the george washington bridge and all the events of the others comming down later on with no explaniation blah blah blah. i attended a punk show later on that night at a vfw hall in my home town. right across from the high school i had graduated from 4 months earlier. i was with my own. my clan the punks,skins and freaks that made up my sub culture and it made me at ease but still everyone had the look of getting a huge reality shock. 1984 came up alot that night and for one of the first times ever. when the local band dropdead(some punks help me out here there the anthrax of the underground hardcore punk scene) they are know for the involment with social issuse like animal rights, anti war,anti asshole, anti elite blah balh. but yuea the singer bob is know for his speeches and rants on the human race and human events. the packed vfw hall of punks watied for his words of reassurance and wisdom. However bob got to the mic and said, "i wanna here what you guys hafta say" and steped away from the mic. and people vented, offered opinions and information on the situation and info on what was really going on. people cried(me included). i cant belive that was 10 years ago. alot has happened since then and im 28 now and not 18. thats my story. and after a wild run it all comes back to me. thanx for the trip ats. work is gonna be interesting.

I was 23 yrs old when 9/11 occurred.
I actually saw it unfold in a dream first. I've read up on many accounts of people having dreams of the event before it happened. Usually disasters that lead to worldwide consciousness changing seems to invoke premonitions from otherwise "non-intuitive" people it seems.

The night of 9/10 (early hours of 9/11?) I had a dream I was in a partially destroyed building with a friend who had passed on years before. He navigated me out of this building (later realizing this must have been the Pentagon).
After getting out of the smoke and rubble to the morning air outside the building....I was in the streets of NYC.
I stood before lanes of traffic that were not moving (traffic jam), I couldn't pass the road. I looked up to the horizon and saw the trade towers fall. No planes were seen in my dream. The first free felled like a domino, with the second following suit soon after.

I woke up and went upstairs to "use the facilities" like any normal day. As I passed by the TV, I saw the first tower in flames and smoking. I turned to my parents and said, "is this real?! is this a movie?!" They shook their heads and said, "yes, this is real..."
It felt like the blood drained from my body and I walked like a zombie to the bathroom, sat down, and tried to take in what I had just seen AND dreamed about.

I'm sure others here have had dreams about this before hand also (would love to hear them). Since then, I analyze all my dreams...and since have seen the current tornado outbreak, Japan tsunami, flooding, oil spill. It's just insane. It's like 9/11 woke up my senses.

It was nice september morning in Illinois and I was getting ready for work. I stepped out of the bathroom and into the living room of my apartment. My partner was watching the news and there was the World trade center with a smoking hole in its side. I was shocked, my first thought was "A meterorite must of hit the building". I could not fathom at that point that humans had done this with purpose. As I was getting ready to leave, I still watched the news live and thats when I saw the second plane hit. It was there on the screen for a single clear second, the news casters were as flabberghasted as myself. What in the world was going on!

I went to work as the news continued to pour in, as Managment I had to keep people focused but there was just to many wild rumors floating around. We spoke to our call center in Halifax and they were talking about all the planes being rerouted to their airport, the scope of what happened was staggering. After the buildings had collapsed we all went home to try and cope with what had happened.

What I remember about the days that followed was how lost I felt and how the sky was so very quiet...

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Well on the date of 9/11/01 my lady and I were in Niagara Falls Canada hanging out spending time in one of our fav. locations. The night before seemed normal went to the Hard Rock played some slots ect. Then took a stroll to the falls with her to relax and enjoy the view. Everything seemed normal. After that we returned to the Hotel to continue enjoying our time away and went to sleep. The next day we woke up pretty early she liked to get a hold on the day early so I was sitting back flipping the channels as she was showering and I seen the First plane hit. I DIDN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW. SO I did a double take and it was real. That point I rushed into the bathroom and told her to hurry up because we might be about to go to WAR and we need to get back to the United States incase they lock up the border. Next she came out rushing to see and was upset as well like what just happened!!!! I told her I don't know a plane just hit the towers in NY, NY. She was very upset and sad just from the feeling of observing the images. As we Watched another plane came into the fov and hit the next tower. @ that point I was like yes we needs to roll before ww3 started as 1 didn't know what was up. They began to show the Pentagon and then started talking of F93 in PA, my state. We watched for a lil and were on the road asap. There must of been many feeling as we did because the bridge to exit before customs was filled EVERYONE WAS LISTENING TO GWB TALK ON LIVE RADIO WELL AT LEAST EVERY VEHICLE I OBSERVED. The energy felt ill-fearful -UPSET-ANGER. So we sat there for some time waiting because of course customs was on higher alert, listening to GWB sooth the masses. Then we eventually made it into US soil and went home feeling like WHAT'S NEXT. This I can remember clearly. It was a dreadful day and you could sense many were like WHO DONE IT AND WHY-- THE ENERGY ACCUMULATED WAS MASSIVE AND ONLY NEEDED A DIRECTION--

Be well and R.I.P to those sent on that dreadful day of IGNORANCE..


Its weird I kind of get a cold feeling over myself while writing this data.

I don't believe in any mumbo jumbo or any religion but I had just graduated from high school in may I had been sleeping until about 3 in the afternoon except that day I woke up about 9 and just felt that I had to turn the tv to one of the news channels as soon as I did they where replaying the planes flying into the towers I have no idea where the feeling came from but I will always remember it like a knot tied in my stomach. Also September 11th is my dad's birthday so it has always been a special day to my family.

Originally posted by TerryMcGuire
I was joyous.

Originally posted by Human0815
We, my Friends and i was Celebrating after the 2'th Plane hit the Towers of Corruption!

No matter which version of events one chooses to believe innocent people do not deserve to die in that manner. I'll just cut to the chase and save the MODS the time and effort and provide the following "T & C Warning" which my response to you two would have received anyway....

id just sat down with my two year old and a cup of tea and biscuit, it was afternoon in the UK. I put the tv on just minutes after the first plane had flown into the first tower. THAT was bad enough, watching the second plane fly in to the second, I can remember thinking "am i watching a movie this cannot be happening". Then the Pentagon, and i thought "no way, HOW could this have happened.
I remember my overall feeling of that day being, disbelief, THIS DOES NOT happen in american airspace. I cant say that on the day i even though about who was responsible for it, i was to horrified by the death and destruction that was being witnessed, but was later extremely un nerved by the "moslems did it " story.
Once the disbelief had gone, i remember thinking, that this was probably one of the most significant days in human history, and frankly the beginning of the end. And i still feel the same to this day.

I lived in Southern California, and was up early, with the TV on in the background - getting my sons out the door for their football weights session, which started at 6:15 a.m. Another of the team's lineman was sitting with me, watching the live feed of the towers, when the news was reporting a small plane crash on the 1st tower. I was watching live, with these young men, seniors in high school, when we saw the second plane hit. I'll never forget it - they looked at me and asked what was going on. While I didn't know, of course, the details in that moment, I did know that the world these men would be going out into, to make their own way, had changed forever in that moment.

After they left, I turned my attention to my extended family who lived in New York, one of whom was a NY fireman at a station in Manhattan. To the best of my knowledge, this story has not been told outside of the family until now, so you will forgive me if I protect his privacy by leaving out some details. This is based on his account.

His unit was heading up the stairs of the South Tower minutes after it was struck. It was slow going through the crowded stairwells. After going up dozens of floors, one of the men in the unit had an attack of pain in his chest. They all stopped for a moment - and the pain apparently subsided, leaving the afflicted fireman determined to continue upstairs with his unit. After climbing several more floors, the pain reoccurred. The unit leader decided that it was unsafe for this firefighter to continue - they were concerned about the possibility he was having a heart attack, even though he had a clean bill of health from a recent physical. The unit leader then decided that they would stick together, as a unit, and then turned to proceed down the stairs - helping many civilians along the way.

As they got closer to the ground floor they started to hear the groaning sounds of the building and hastened their steps. When they were two floors up from the main level, they discovered that the main floor was already crumpling and they heard the roar of the tower above them coming down. There was no light and they could not determine where they could exit. In that moment, they heard someone shout loudly "over here," saw a brief flash of light, and ran for their lives to the spot, finding their way outside - literally seconds before the complete collapse of the structure. He had recognized the voice immediately. It was his protective and loving mother-in-law, who had passed away the year before.

The entire unit made it out alive, as well as the civilians that had joined them. As he had been one of the world's biggest skeptics and of the "pics or it didn't happen" mentality, he shared the story only with his family. The firefighter with the chest pain hadn't experienced any additional pain since starting to descend, and doctors said his heart was in fantastic health.

However it happened, there is a group of people alive today who wouldn't be otherwise.

My heart goes out to all who continue to live with the pain and impact of those events today. I can only continue to hope that mankind can find the light within the darkness.

I was at work, but just about to get off the clock and head for home. For about a half hour or so, our morning crowd had been talking about a plane hitting a building of some sort in New York. Apparently details were, in our little corner of the world, still a bit hazy. I was asked to stay for a bit after, because someone was going to be a little late (turned out they were at home trying to contact a relative who worked in one of the towers, she was ok.).

So I wasn't able to get home 'til about 10:00 that morning. Naturally enough, every channel was full of the events in New York that morning. By now, both towers had long since collapsed...and we were, though I hadn't quite thought it through that far, at war.

I remember looking out the window of my little apartment. It was one of those glorious late summer days, not too hot, not too cool, perfect. That shade of blue in the sky that only Sept. provides... Birds, and squirrels, in the tree right outside my window... I also remember thinking that the sky shouldn't be blue, it should be raining...

It was obvious that they were not accidents (I had somehow missed the first few reports about the Pentagon attack.), but deliberate. That's as far as my thinking took me...when I was able to process thought, at all... I was wondering about my own friends in New York, and if they were alright (they were.).

Ten year on...

Still at war... Still unanswered questions surrounding the entire hideous episode... ...questions that I haven't, to my own satisfaction, been able to answer.

My anger, as with all strong emotions of that sort, has faded to a resolve to get those answers, and I'll keep looking, but life goes on. I work. I play. ...and on Sunday, I'll watch some football. ...and on Sunday, I'll say a prayer for the memories of all the innocents lost, both here and abroad, because we're still so primitive in outlook as to think that war solves underlying issues...

My own personal outlook has taken a dramatic turn since then... In 2001, in the aftermath, I was a foaming at the mouth vengeance seeking seagull (odd picture, no?) with no reservations in the slightest about going to war in Afghanistan (still don't have many...). Nor later, in Iraq, were my reservations much minimized. My only thoughts in opposition about Iraq were, not now, later.

My thinking has changed somewhat. Both the Iraq war, and the Afghanistan War, along with the aftermath have been badly botched. But one thing hasn't changed in the ten years since... I no more have the answers now, than I did then...

Someday... maybe...

I grew up in NY and most of my family still lived there. I just moved to Alexandria, VA a few months before and had been searching for a professional job for weeks- my specialty: international group travel & tours. I found an amazing job and gave notice at the restaurant I had been working at. There were a few days in between jobs, so I was relaxing at home. My roommate had just found a job in DC, right by the capital and started that morning. We had celebrated the night before, and I woke up groggy and grumpy. I flipped on the tv and went out on the balcony to have a cuppa. I remember being very excited about the job, and the day was absolutely gorgeous. When I first heard the report of a plane crashing into the tower, I knew it was going to be bad. Any pilot, even in a crazy emergency, would do their best to avoid causing further loss of life by crashing into a building. I had relatives and friends who worked there, plus an uncle at the closest firehouse and cousins at other firehouses in the city. I called my parents and woke them up. As I was talking to dad, the second plane hit. We were crying together. I went out on the balcony while we were talking, hoping nature would help me calm down, when BOOM- the sound of a tremendous explosion reverbated. Although I was about 4 miles from the Pentagon, I felt the explosion in my bones. It took a few minutes to find out what it was. When the first Tower fell, I was in shock and the grief was unbelievable. I called my roommate and discovered he left his phone at home. They shut down the metro, and he walked from DC to the house along the Potomac. It took hours. I spent most of the day weeping in front of the television and trying to reach friends and family. Every new image was seared on my mind. I couldn't stop looking. I don't think I ate anything at all that day. I called my NY family and found out my relatives who worked at the Tower were fine- they had ALL been late (3 of them?). My uncle from the firehouse had been on vacation- and although he survived, nearly every other firefighter from his house died. Both he and my cousins spent the next few weeks involved in frenzied rescue attempts and then the depair of losing so many friends began to set in and the funerals were a nightmare. I discovered that a whole family group I had sent on a tour died together. A friend from high school perished. On 9/12, I went to the Mall in DC with a blanket and just sat there. I didn't want to be afraid, and I didn't want to sit at home watching it. My job never started- the company eventually went out of business.

I was just starting Grade 5 at the time (11 years old)- and this is probably the only clear-as-crystal memory I have from that time.

Our family didn't have cable, so up here in Edmonton we had like 5 channels with rabbit ears. Me and my siblings were up watching our cartoons before school as usual, when all of sudden the CBC ends the cartoon and starts broadcasting live feed to the WTC towers. The broadcast started probably just after the second plane hit the south tower.

I didn't really even recognize what the buildings were, or what was going on. I complained and shouted to my mom that the TV was broken or something, and she came down and went totally pale. She had been in the WTC towers before, and she was just mortified this was happening. The South Tower collapsed right as we were heading out the door to go to the bus stop, and my mom hesitated but told us to go to school anyways.

It was a cloudy grey morning, and our catholic school said a big long prayer in the morning announcements.

After school, me and the fam spent the rest of the evening watching the news (every single one of our 5 channels were broadcasting the news, so it wasn't like we had much of an option).

Alberta, 9/11

I was working in a steel fabrication shop (still am) building stuff for oil and gas, listening to the local rock radio station. I heard the news come out on radio and thought these guys are joking, they are after all your typical prankster station. It took a few minutes of many other serious people talking on the station for me to realize it is not a joke. The official word was terrorists from the middle east, I cannot remember exactly, but that was the general direction of blame game. Right there I got so angry and sad for all the brown people.

I'm an asian by blood, canuck by appearances. I grew up being the only asian in a town of 6000 people in northern Alberta. Saying this, you can see how my immediate reaction was what it was. I knew for sure the world will never be the same. I had no idea of the possibilities geopolitically surrounding this whole scenario. I was young and in full party mode, naive, wide eyed, stupid, ignorant, in a harmless way.

10 years later my worldview is so different yet still I am the same person. One thing is for sure, nothing is as it seems.




I do hope more of the regualr posters and contributors add to this thread. It's just odd when I don't recognize many names here.

I was at work as a dispatcher for the local Sheriff's Office near WAFB. We were busy that day and had no idea anything was going on until a co-worker who was off duty called us and told us to turn on our television. We were speculating about what a freak accident it must be when we saw the second plane hit. I'll never forget my co-worker saying at that point "This is no accident". It wasn't until the pentagon was hit that my printer started going crazy with nationwide messages from federal agencies announcing that airspace across the us was closing, callling all law enforcement agencies to secure public transit systems and be hyper alert to suspicious activity. The Sheriff was stuck at court with about 20 inmates so I called him and told him the pentagon had been hit, there were more planes missing and that we were at war, but we did not know yet with who.

Then the phone started to ring. All of my lines were lit up and it was insane. People were scared even here and didn't know what to do. I told them that all I knew was the same thing they did and to keep watching. People who had family in downtown NYC were calling trying to get assistance locating loved ones. I felt terrible that there was nothing I could do to help them at that point. All of the communication centers through the area were in such a state of confusion and clogged with calls there was no getting through. I finally went outside for a minute to take a breath and looked up. The entire sky for as far as your eye could see was covered with jet trails coming out of and patrolling around Whiteman. It reminded me of a Hopi prophecy I had read about the earth being criss crossed by spiderwebs.

I was sat in work when my phone rang and my wife phoned me to tell me that a plane had hit one of the twin towers. I assumed it was a small plane initially, and she told me she wasn't sure, but the images showed a lot of smoke and quite a bit of damage, so she assumed it was a passenger jet. Thinking that it must of been a tragic accident I asked her to call me if she found out any more news.

I put the phone down and turned to my colleagues and told them what had happened. They were shocked, but we soon returned to our work. Then the phone rang again, a second plane had hit the other Tower. This time my wife was screaming that she had actually seen the explosion in the second Tower and it looked like the U.S was under attack. I calmed her down and told her to update me as soon as she heard anything else.

Well the phone didn't stop ringing. Further planes had been reported as hi-jacked and were heading towards Washington. The smoke billowing out of the Towers was so thick, people at the windows desperatly flagging for help using whatever they could in the process. My wife is a very compassionate person and I could hear in her voice that she knew it was a hopeless situation for those people. She called again to say people were now throwing themselves out in desperation to escape the fires, heat and smoke, now that really did send a shiver through me. All the while I was feeding this information to my colleagues, their faces paled and everybody just stopped work. There wasn't a T.V in the office, so we switched on the radio we had on the section which we only used when we did overtime. The news was sketchy, but the terror New York was experiencing was very real

When news broke that the Pentagon had hit, I really thought this is a declaration of war. Then the most shocking news, one of the Towers had collapsed, then the other. That's when we decided to close for the day and head home. We all knew it was such a momentous moment, one that had changed our world forever!!

I live in Alaska, we have a 4 hr time difference from the east coast so I was sound asleep. About 7 am my phone started ringing, my daughter who lived about 10 miles away sounded hysterical and was talking so fast I couldn't make heads or tails of what she was saying. I was shaking my head to wake up, completely understanding there was an emergency- I had to tell her to slow down... She was almost crying; hyperventilating. The first clear thing I understood was turn on the TV you will see just hurry! I started hunting for the remote and asked, what channel??? She completely stopped talking and then said very quietly, "Just turn it on mom, it wont matter what channel."

As I was watching first one plane hit the first tower and then a second she began explaining her father in law woke them up insisting her husband not go to work on the air force base because our country was under attack. I saw the Pentagon get hit... I asked for a few minutes to gather more information I was seeing in front of me and trying to grasp how serious it was. I flipped to a local channel and heard how all air traffic was being grounded and I started to explain to her that we were in a state of emergency and if her husband could even get on base (depending on how many planes were coming....) he might not be allowed to leave if the base went on a higher level of alert. I suggested waiting until we had more information and tried to calm her as I flipped back to a major news station. We both watched the same channel, I continued to try to soothe and I knew, this was the worst thing she had ever seen in her entire life.

Once off the phone I watched a few minutes longer until I felt they knew no more planes were hostile in the east coast air space I got dressed and went to my best friends house. Almost frantic myself (Alaska is extremely strategic and a hit to the pipeline was my personal fear locally) I had a key to his house so I used it and just rushed in yelling for him to wake up. I recall saying "get your a$$ out of bed, terrible history is being made!!" He yelled back he already saw that a plane hit a building and he didn't care. I went to the bedroom door and told him it was far FAR worse than that. We sat together in his living room and I remember watching the understanding creep across his face, knowing he was experiencing what I was still trying to process. We watched mostly in silence for a long long time as details kept coming in.

We knew there were still planes in the air over Alaska and our jets had been scrambled to escort or shoot them down, whichever was needed. I can't even begin to describe how it felt to be so far away and yet feel so connected to those 1000's of miles away- a similar fear as the people on TV felt several hrs earlier.

Finally our air space was secure and more details were coming over the TV. I was in shock and pretty much numb for hrs as I called my daughter back and advised her husband to stay with his family and worry about work another day. The boss would understand I was certain of it. After dealing with calls from my other children and talking with my friend I felt myself becoming very very angry. Seeing people jumping to their deaths to escape the fire...I left the room and came back when the coast was clear of that sight.

For the next few days I was glued to the news. I still felt numb. It wasn't until names started scrolling over the screen with the names of the known dead that I began to cry. I had known for several days that many people were killed but as the names kept scrolling my tears began to pour out. I had my breakdown with the same friend, this time at my house. He just came and sat by me, he cried with me.

Knowing it and feeling it are vastly different things. That was the first moment I had allowed myself to feel what had happened to our country.

What also stands out in my memory was how swiftly flags began to show up everywhere, on everything. Trucks with huge flags and signs did laps up and down the main street of my town outside my window. People honked and waved to each other. It seemed every business was waving a flag, every car... and some of the town's people were simply driving up and down the street full colors flying, I think in part because they didn't know what else to do. I do know it was comforting to constantly see our flag and hear all the honking. It made me feel safe. We were united like we had never been in a very long time... We were also mourning for people we had never known (most of us) and comforting those that knew folks still missing in New York. Lots of candle lit gatherings took place and people were having meals together, and being much closer family and friends. Churches had prayer rings going; residents that never went to church were there. In our own very far removed way we were supporting total strangers...Americans; and that was all that mattered.

I was getting my kids ready to go to school...
GMA was reporting it as a small plane crash...
Later in the show they went to breaking news and just as I was herding the kids towards the door we saw on live TV the second plane crash into the towers....
ten years later my kids will not enter a high-rise...

I was in surgery and unconscious as the entire thing unfolded. By the time I woke up the whole thing was "over".

This gave me a rather fascinating perspective on it... and immediately felt like the world had gone crazy. Not because of the towers, but because of the way everyone around me was reacting to it. It immediately felt that something wasn't right... and I was able to literally see the transformation in the psychology of the people around me fall into the trance. It was utterly shocking to see the difference from that morning/previous night... vs that evening and beyond.

I am grateful for my opportunity to experience it this way, because it allowed me to view it as an outside observer as an actual "event" but from the inside of the culture.

Namaste

I seen it "live" on the TV that day.
It was all over the news for quite a while.
Its pretty sad how all them people died and people are still dying to this day because of it.
Although its even sadder how we havnt stopped it or done anything about it yet...

I was getting ready to go to bed after working the overnight shift in the ER when my wife called and told me to put the tv on.

I watched for about 2 hours transfixed. There was so much bad information being broadcasted by both national and local news and one early report said that all National Guard and Reserves were being placed on alert. As the section chief of the medics I had responsibilities if we were activated so I spent 30 minutes trying to reach my unit before getting through and finding out it wasn't true.

What I did next might seem odd to a few people.

I got all my army gear out and prepped and packed it, then I cleaned my AR-15's and my pistols and loaded up all my empty mags (about 30 in total). Silly I know since the Army would have given me one, but I felt better doing it.

In the back of my mind I kept thinking that if the terrorists were smart they would have a phase 2. Phase 1 was getting the people in big cities scared, and my fear was that phase 2 would be rural.

A few small cells with AK's and explosives could have done serious damage to small towns. Find the cops house first then just go ape# on everybody else. Out here response times are pretty slow, and the deputies weren't heavily armed at the time, just a .40 and a shotgun. Since most rural departments are the same they could have done some serious psychological damage to the rural persons sense of security.

Thankfully they aren't that bright and think NYC is the center of our country.

I was told by my CO to be ready if we were called up so I stayed sober all day, but by 11 P.M. I was ready for a few snifters of B&B. I turned the tv on in my office and sat down at my desk PC to learn more about everything going on.

By 5 A.M. on the 12th the new bottle was empty, and that never happens with me.