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I had worked until 3 or 4 a.m. the night before, grabbed a couple of housrs sleep, and staggered into my office to check for an email ... logged into another board and my mind didn't register what I was reading. I fucking ran downstairs and turned CNN on just in time to see the first tower fall. As the day unfolded the first thing that ran through my mind was my girlfriend's son, who is a USMC Captain and was onboard the Peli Liu on a WestPac at the time (and sure as shit, he was one of the first in country; he and his men came back safe, with only one of them getting a minor wound).
Rage is the only feeling I can remember. Rage and frustration - I'm too god damn fat and too god damn old to go back into the Navy. I would have gone back in last fall, if there had been a chance in hell they would have taken me.
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