phrogpilot73
Well-Known Member
I was a young 1stLt, in my fleet squadron. Busy day of ODO, monitoring the test schedule (half the squadron's aircraft, and the bulk of personnel were in Dawson, WV for Mountain Area Training). Ops Chief came in and told me I needed to turn on the TV, when I asked what for - he just said "it's surreal" (he's from Brooklyn). Saw the first tower smoking, and right after I turned it on - we saw the second plane hit. A couple of minutes later I fielded a call from the Wing CG (not his aide, but the man himself), and responded to his question of "how many aircraft can you send to NYC or DC if needed" with "umm, Sir, I'm just a 1stLt - let me get you a Major."
My first (rather selfish thought) was "there goes my sweet Med float." I was right. We deployed just prior to OIF, and were gone for 8 months with 1 port call.
My first (rather selfish thought) was "there goes my sweet Med float." I was right. We deployed just prior to OIF, and were gone for 8 months with 1 port call.