Knee Deep in the Hooah!

I took the post below and updated and spruced it up. It’s posted in its entirety at VAJoe’s this morning. Grab a cup of coffee and I’ll bring the coffee cake. See you there!

If I get a little passionate at times about the War on Terror it is because I can still remember the feeling of sitting helplessly on my hotel bed watching the news that day. I remember sitting and knowing that we were only yards from the Capitol Building as they announced that Fight 93 had been hijacked.

I can hear the news anchors saying it is headed for us. It’s coming for the Capitol Building, and the only place to hide is under the bed.

It does something to your peace of mind for a while when you know how it feels to have a Boeing 757 aimed at you — loaded down with jet fuel, guided by murderous madmen, and traveling fast. I didn’t know until much later that the phrase “Let’s roll!” was being uttered as I was trying to figure out if I should stay inside or go out and stand in the street. What difference would it all make if we were going to be hit?

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