I wonder how much certain dates impact other generations, if they noticed them for years after. They had to to, right?
It seems crazy that it's been 18 years but I still remember every sight, sound, and smell of that day. I was on a field training exercise and me and my best friend hit the motherlode. We hit the command Humvee of the OpFor battalion and they were just sitting in front of the radio stunned.
We got called to muster for the CO to talk us, he seemed so certain then. Poor guy couldn't have been 30 yrs old but had to manage us numbnuts.
Then we got bottled up for a year before we got cut loose on someone. It's easy to say the war wasn't fought for good reason but I think people like to forget how frothing mad we were to knock somebody in the teeth after taking a hit like that. Looking back, it was silly, but at the time? Patchouli slinging pacifists were howling.
Anyways, I try and take 9-11 off. It's a holy day to me, not a holiday. A day to do whatever I feel appropriate, cause that's what we're all about.
Cut myself on a knife I made with my own 2 hands.
Make a pie? Homemade crust, first time for both?
Love!
Dicking around with a knife with a questionable heat treat and worse design? Yes please.
I hope you all had a wonderful day.