I was in the dentist chair at OCS, during poopie indoc, listening to the play by plan on the radio. I thought when they said a plane hit the tower that they were talking about a small plane, like a cessna. When the first tower collapsed the dentist had to stop, he was shaking with anger, and a few sobs.
Next day we met the DIs. They came to work, did their jobs, as if nothing had happened. Maybe they had a new level of determination, of a sense of mission, I don't know as I had nothing to compare it to. None of us really had any idea what had happened, but we knew a lot of people were dead. Our DI had been talking with a friend at the pentagon just before that plane hit, his friend died there, but our DI came into work. He had a job to do.
Next day we met the DIs. They came to work, did their jobs, as if nothing had happened. Maybe they had a new level of determination, of a sense of mission, I don't know as I had nothing to compare it to. None of us really had any idea what had happened, but we knew a lot of people were dead. Our DI had been talking with a friend at the pentagon just before that plane hit, his friend died there, but our DI came into work. He had a job to do.
