I was on leave from the Navy, visiting my parents. Under other circumstances I probably wouldn’t remember, but I remember waking up to my mom yelling at me to come watch the news. Then I remember watching the second plane hit. Then I got a call from my command asking me to cut my leave short. This was all before 10am central time after I was up drinking (illegally, but who is counting) until like 3.

I got a plane ticket for first thing the next morning. My brother and I drank and talked shit all afternoon, about anything except what was happening.