This is a discussion I have a lot with my father and mother. We repeat the same stories over and over again. My mom was sweeping off the front walkway, my dad was with his "Breakfast Club"...
That day I had been at work for about three hours, give or take, making deliveries and listening to the local classic rock station. No lie, I was cranking up Radar Love when a newscaster I had never heard before interrupted the song. I remember saying "motherfucker! always during a song I like!" and the rest was history as they say.
I remember calling dispatch to confirm the story I had just heard after that I pulled over. I thought it was an accident or something to that affect. After a while sitting by the road, I pulled back into traffic and headed over to a coffee shop in Buford.
From my vantage point, with a crowd of people around the little television on the wall behind the cook, I watched the events and news of the day unravel. Around lunchtime, I left the store got back in my truck where my radio was going crazy. Dispatch was calling in all deliveries temporarily.
As I drove back to the hub, I wept. My mind instantly reverted to the things I saw in Iraq and how much I wished my life was taken in that conflict. So that, I wouldn't be here today to witness such a horrible, infamous day.
I will never forget and I will never forgive.