15 Years.

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I remember the Kennedy assassination (I was 8 years old), the landing on the moon, Vietnam, other tragedies....

I will never forget 9/11!

I was at work on that day which is about 45 miles away from the White House and the Pentagon and about 150 miles from New York City. First plane crashed in to the Towers...accident. Second plane crashed in to the Towers.....we are being attacked! Third plane crashed into the Pentagon. I lost a friend and neighbor at the Pentagon! Fourth plane crashed in Shanksville, Pennsylvania which I drive past every time on the trip to Wisconsin right off the Pennsylvania Turnpike. People driving to Carlisle from the west drive past this crash site on the Turnpike. I'm looking up in the sky and started having flashbacks from literally hearing and seeing F15 Strike Eagles screaming in the sky in pairs right here in Maryland that day... reminded me of being in Iraq again....terrible day!!!
 
I was living in Blaine, WA. Fired up my Monaco around 8 and headed to my cabinetry shop. Having only AM and one 6x9" in the dash, I couldn't hear the radio over my motor.. Which I enjoyed most mornings.

When I arrived at my shop, the other guys were crowded around one radio at one work station listening intently to what sounded like me to be religious radio... Like, fire and brimstone religious radio. I said "what the hell are you guys listening to now?" My buddy told me and used to being screwed with a bit, I didn't believe him but took my place next to the radio... We didn't get any work done that day... Just sat in awe, 7 Americans with very different backgrounds... Suddenly all too similar.

It was a day that changed the way I saw my country. That almost cellular memory of past conflicts, At home and abroad resides in all of us. It's the same cellular memory that can cement us together in the worst and best of times. My heart does and did go out to the lives lost on 911... The heroes, the executives, the travelers, the workers, the homeless.

I count my blessings. I work hard to be the best person I can be for myself and others. I like to think that my American great grandparents, grandparents and parents made me that way through any adversity they may have faced. I will never forget. Keep doing good, folks.
 
I was working for Haunschmann masonry. We were bricking the then new Vienna township hall. I walked to my car for 1st break which was parked next to our "drunk" bricklayer Wes. He started yelling in his gravely pack a day voice "They're attacking the towers with planes". The 1st thought in my mind was fighter jets . A few people told Wes to simmer down. Meanwhile I turned on my radio to see what he was talking about. I couldn't believe it. I thought "this has to be a Orson Wells war of the world hoaks. Sad to say it wasn't. Not a lot of work got done that day, which is saying something for the Haunschmanns. I cried as I watched it unfold on tv later that day. It's something no American should ever forget.
 
Out shopping today.
Every person that appeared to be Muslim, I wanted to < deleted by author >
It seemed like they were smiling.
Total nonsense and psychopathically illogical on my part of course.
But it's how they make me feel now. And that is their doing. And I am sad that our leaders have allowed them to do that to me.
 
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