Monday, September 11, 2006
9/11 - A look back in time
The morning of 9/11 began like many other mornings that summer. I was living in
Every morning, it was about the same routine for me. I would wake up, have some
breakfast, and go online to check my email and read online news, and also to have
television news channels on. I got online, and saw an news item regarding a plane
crashing into the
type plane. Back in 1945, a B-25 had crashed into the Empire State Building, when
flying in the wrong direction in clouds and fog.
But soon, it was obvious this was more, something much more. I turned on the television
and saw the tragedy that was unfolding before my eyes, with a combination of grief, and anger. The initial reports suggested possibly 30,000 had died, and some were saying up
to eight planes were hijacked, and that there may have been a bomb explosion outside
of a building in NY. Luckily, these reports were not accurate.
At , it was time to go to the meterological trailer we had at the airport, that operations were conducted out of. We had satellite tv in there, and we all just watched
the news, without many words being spoken at all. Not much had to be said. Even
if suitable weather for cloud seeding operations had occurred, we would not have
been able to fly. All
Afterwards, I went back to my apartment, and continued to watch the news. One of
the world things is just a feeling of helplessness, over not being able to do anything at
all about what was going on. All I could do is just sit there, watching the television and
checking online news websites for the newest updates.
I did hear about a blood drive event in
the same idea. Also, there were so many American flags on display too, and there was
donated food also. It just put a lump in my throat, and a bit teary eyed, that in this time
of tragedy and disaster at the hands of Islamic terrorists, that here were people coming
together, and Ol’ Glory was still proudly waving in the air, defiantly at that and in
Unfortunately, much of that donated blood did not end up being needed, since those
who were still in the WTC at the time of the collapse, died in it.
When I came home, I called my mom in
I know I do not call home enough, but on that day, it was just something that I had
For those of us of my generation, this is one of those life changing events like
what previous generations endured, such as the
Kennedy Assassination, that serves as a pre and post frame of reference for events.
I find myself looking at time as pre 9/11 and post 9/11, in how I few that time in my
The summer of 2001 was a great summer for me, with aviation as a career being full
of promise, living near the Texas Hill Country, which is an area that I love. I was
doing plenty of dating, including a stewardess with Continental Airlines and just enjoying life. The main reason I had asked for this job, was that I was probably going to the
regional airlines afterwards, so this was my chance to have some fun and make
some better money, before going to the routine and boring life as an airline pilot.
But I was actually just enjoying life at this time. Early mornings were rare,
I was 30 minutes from
first times in my life, I was really enjoying what I was doing and my life at
After 9/11 I was hoping to find a job in the
what I want to do with my pilot career, with a stint in 2004 as a large airtanker pilot,
one of the most memorable events of my life. And of course, I have gotten to know
Chuck, the NM ANG F-16 pilot, whom I can count among my best friends.
What would my life have been like if 9/11 had not happened? Who knows, all I know is
the reality of life as I type this.