9/11 Where Were You?

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I was an Observer/Controller at the Joint Readiness Training Center, Ft Polk, LA.  The Command took care of us, when we weren’t in the “box” we worked half days and three or four day weekends.  Ft Polk is the middle of nowhere but is within five hours of Houston, Shreveport, Baton Rouge and N’Orleans.  Talk about some places to party!  Party during the 90 odd days of the year you aren’t in the box.

Every month a Brigade from the US Army comes to train in the box at JRTC.  It is the premiere Light Infantry training site in the world.  The 509th Parachute Infantry Regiment (Geronimo) provides the Opposing Forces (OPFOR) and they are good at what they do.  I learned more by watching my peers fail at JRTC more than anywhere else in my career.  I must thank every one of them for sharing those lessons with me.  I suffered some shitty times with my Blue Force (BLUFOR) counterparts, wading thru Louisiana swamps chest deep, being lost like forty m*therf*ckers.  Having 10,000 mosquitoes bite and lift, threatening to carry you away.  Waking up with swollen lips from the nasty stagnant water the mosquito had been dragging it’s proboscis through.  We averaged 250 days in the field each year.  Way more than half, but we did trade in and out, we called it “refit” when we could go back home shower and be human for a day.

September eleventh, 2001 was my day for refit.  My partner came out to the box, relieved me and I drove my HUMVEE to the rear.  I parked, carried my dirty gear to my truck and drove home.  It was about 0800, Central Time.  I stopped and got a six pack on the way home.  My wife was already at work and the kids were at school.  I got home, cracked a beer and turned on the TV.  The first thing I saw was the first plane hit the tower.  The rest, the jumping bodies, the second plane, the collapsing buildings is all a blur.  A blur of outrage and growing anger.  I stared at the TV all day long, uncomprehending, lost in anger and the desire for vengeance.  Anger helped me hold back the tears.

The growing anger grew as I remained stuck in Louisiana and other units deployed to take vengeance.  I couldn’t participate but that was the one thing I wanted.  I helped train the 101st Division to go to Afghanistan but couldn’t go myself.  Finally in early 2003 I was re-assigned to the 82nd Airborne Division.

The Eighty-Deuce gave me the opportunity to take part.  We went into Iraq.  We may have not have needed to but Saddam was a muslim scumbag and needed killin, there’s no denying that.  I got no problem with that and am proud to have taken part.  It too, was a form of vengeance.  Saddam loved him some terrorists.  He paid PLO families of suicide bombers, his sons fed people to lions. Lotta good that did him.  I lost brothers and children in that bullshit.  We gave arms and legs and lives and pulled out, left everything to haji, we sacrificed a few thousand American lives for absolutely nothing.  Obama pulled us out and left Iraq to the Iranians.  Tell me again how Obama isn’t a lying muslim.

I watched the tv as people began to jump, it’s better than burning to death, I saw them fall.  I watched as information came in about flight 93, I watched as the towers came down.  As I watched I drew the warm fuzzy blanket of anger around me.  It was my woobie, covering me with comfort, easing my vengeance seeking mind and holding the tears at bay.  I went to Iraq to seek payback.  I got some, just not enough.  We should have killed thousands more, we should have eliminated the muslim resistance with firepower, we should have made them hurt.  I went to Afghanistan in 2006, we should have made them hurt, we should have killed terrorists by the thousands.  We kilt many but it wasn’t enough.

I’ve been teary eyed all day, I see the friends and brothers I lost in the Global War on Terror and I see the bodies jumping from the towers, I see the dead terrorists and I see the falling towers.  The score isn’t even, we’ve still got a ways to go.  CAIR should be eliminated from US soil, Sharia supporters should be hung in the streets of Michigan, St Paul and other US cities.  Islam is the hiding place of tyrants, those tyrants are the reason we can’t start democratic governments in the middle east.  The people of the middle east will never be free so long as they surrender their liberty to Islam and it’s uneducated, power hungry Imams.

If they want to live by the dictates of illiterate priests they are welcome to it, just don’t do it here.

Remember the Forty!  A war cry for the 2018 midterms, Remember the Forty.  A true story of the spirit of America.

If the main stream media was any kind of honest they would place this Trump speech beside this one, and revel in the truths as stated by a true orator.  And a true patriot.

God bless America and the shining city on a hill.  God bless President Trump and the American people.


About the Author:

I joined the Army in 1988, served in the 25th IL (L) , 24th ID, The Infantry Training Brigade, The 82nd Airborne Division, Ft Polk and again The 82nd Division until I retired in 2008. I was a mortar maggot and retired with the rank of Master Sergeant.
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  1. Vassar  September 12, 2018

    Yeah, one of those events you remember exactly where you were and actually got to follow events in real time. Every year we remember the victims and the heroes, many who themselves became victims, cops, firemen, but little is spoken of the great Evil out there that still lurks, waiting.

    Close to 3000 Americans died that day, close to 7000 American soldiers, since trying to rectify and punish the people who did this and snuff them out. Many more in isolated incidents, 49 here, (Orlando) and 14 there (San Bernadino), that beat goes on.
    That Evil is still out there.
    So are its enablers.


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