Mud_Dog wrote:I was in Ft. Benning, GA at the time, over halfway through my Basic Training. It started out like any normal day, wake up at 0530, PT and then breakfast. After breakfast we got dressed in our BDUs, to attend the changing of command ceremony for our new CO.
As we waited around the side of the barracks getting ready to march into formation in the front, our drill sergeant came around to tell us that 2 planes had hit the twin towers. No more information than that. A lot of us were unsure of what to make of it, but before we had the time to think, we ended up going forward with the ceremony. I and a few others were told to stay behind afterwards to clean up the Drill Sergeant's break room.
In the Drill Sergeant's break room, the TV was on and showed the images of the towers collapsing. I never will forget it. When we returned to the bay, we had to toe the line. Our main Drill sergeant came up and started ranting on about the bastards that did this, throwing anything he could get his hands on. After a good "smoking session" the Drill Sergeant left and we were cleaning up the mess at which point all of us who cleaned up the break room were left to tell the others what we saw(the first paper we got was almost a week afterwards).
From that day on, we trained even harder, preparing for what lie ahead. The Drill Sergeants also started replacing Ho Chi Minh with Osama like you see in FMJ.
I'll never forget that day.
The military channel every so often will do a series that was filmed at paris island and in one of the episodes, the grunts are all sitting in a set of bleachers when the DI, almost in tears relays the news... the look on their faces says more about the magnitude of the event than anything ive ever seen before. dozens and dozens of our nation's finest realizing that we were attacked and at war with an enemy that most of them had never heard of.
God bless em all and thank you for your service.
“I no longer need to run as a Presidential Candidate for the Socialist Party. The Democrat Party has adopted our platform.” - Norman Thomas, a six time candidate for president for the Socialist Party, 1944
I was driving in to work when the first plane hit; then alone in my office with radio on, checking the web to learn about the Pentagon and flight 93.
Immediately after there was a groundswell of backbone in the country that gave me hope that we were still the country of our forefathers. We reconnected with old friends, stayed home with our families more, and above all we felt united in a way that we hadn't felt in a long time. There was a reawakening of our spirit as a country with a common culture and purpose.
I believe that we do a disservice to those who died on that day, before that day and since that day when we allow our country to be divided by those who, seeking only personal political gain, pretend to lead us.
And just to be certain there is no doubt what I mean, I aim this thought at any sniveling politician who dared to say that we couldn't or wouldn't win any war we fought; many who claimed to support the troops but not the war who through their words from their positions of power gave strength to the enemy.
I say end the war. But the only end to a war is through victory for one side and defeat for the other. Wars don't end through negotiation, strategic withdrawal, political choices or compromises. Wars end when one side gives up and begs for mercy.
"Stand it like a man, and give some back." Al Swearengen
I still can't talk about it. In my dreams, I find every motherfucker they showed on TV chanting and cheering and laughing, and I tell them that vengeance is the Lord's - but He chose me to send a very personal message first.
I'll never get that chance. So, I live vicariously through brave men and women who go where I wish I could go, and do things I wish I could do. And they make them pay for what they did, and exact blood from those who smiled about it afterwards.
This was not a tragedy. A drunk who kills a kid on prom night is a tragedy. This was a goddamn maniacal terrorist attack, and I want vengeance. I want retribution.
I want to smell the smoke from their burning corpses. And then, I want to smile grimly while I smoke a cigarette, contemplating their afterlife.
Am I the only one?
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workinwifdakids wrote:I still can't talk about it. In my dreams, I find every motherfucker they showed on TV chanting and cheering and laughing, and I tell them that vengeance is the Lord's - but He chose me to send a very personal message first.
I'll never get that chance. So, I live vicariously through brave men and women who go where I wish I could go, and do things I wish I could do. And they make them pay for what they did, and exact blood from those who smiled about it afterwards.
This was not a tragedy. A drunk who kills a kid on prom night is a tragedy. This was a goddamn maniacal terrorist attack, and I want vengeance. I want retribution.
I want to smell the smoke from their burning corpses. And then, I want to smile grimly while I smoke a cigarette, contemplating their afterlife.
Am I the only one?
no, in fact, i would start smoking again to join you.
“I no longer need to run as a Presidential Candidate for the Socialist Party. The Democrat Party has adopted our platform.” - Norman Thomas, a six time candidate for president for the Socialist Party, 1944
