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September 11th

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Once again it is the anniversary of the tragic even that has shaped the world to come for the last 7 years.

Let's take a moment to remember those who have fallen in the tragic event, and those of our brothers and sisters who have fallen since that day, both Canadian and Allies alike.

Rest In Peace.
 
A couple of 9-11 stories gtom BlackFive.net.

Wolf- Just came from the memorial ceremony here at NORTHCOM.  LTC (CH) Robert Leivers led the group in a ceremony here at the headquarters.  During the ceremony, he relayed this little-known story from the Pentagon on 9/11:


"During a visit with a fellow chaplain, who happened to be assigned to the Pentagon, I had a chance to hear a first-hand account of an incident that happened right after Flt 77 hit the Pentagon.  The Chaplain told me what happened at a daycare center near where the impact occurred.
  "This daycare had many children, including infants who were in heavy cribs.  The daycare supervisor, looking at all the children they needed to evacuate, was in a panic over what they could do; there were many children, mostly toddlers, as well as the infants that would need to be taken out with the cribs.  There was no time to try to bundle them into carriers and strollers.
  "Just then a young Marine came running into the center and asked what they needed.  After hearing what the center director was trying to do, he ran back out into the hallway and disappeared.  The director thought, 'well, there we are- on our own.'  About 2 minutes later, that Marine returned with 40 others in tow.  Each of them grabbed a crib with a child, and the rest started gathering up toddlers.  The director and her staff then helped them take all the children out of the center and down toward the park near the Potomac and the Pentagon.
  "Once they got about 3/4 of a mile outside the building, the Marines stopped in the park, and then did a fabulous thing- they formed a circle with the cribs, which were quite sturdy and heavy, like the covered wagons in the West.  Inside this circle of cribs, they put the toddlers, to keep them from wandering off.  Outside this circle were the 40 Marines, forming a perimeter around the children and waiting for instructions.  There they remained until the parents could be notified and come get their children."

Wolf: The NORTHCOM chaplain then said- "I don't think any of us saw nor heard of this on any of the news stories of the day.  It was an incredible story of our men there.''

I must say- there wasn't a dry eye in the room.  The thought of those Marines and what they did and how fast they reacted- could we expect any less from them??  It was one of the most touching stories from the Pentagon I've EVER heard.

Wolf
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Linseed oil:
Some things have an evocative smell.

A few years ago, the executive officer of a frigate based at Pearl
Harbor called my staff at the Naval Media Center. They had a Sailor
aboard the ship who wanted to be a draftsman.

The "undesignated seamen" or SN on a ship usually work in the deck
force, chipping paint and handling lines. As they see what's
professional opportunities are available on board, they can "strike" for
a rating, like Radioman or Quartermaster. A "Striker Board" will
convene and review the needs of the ship, and the desires of the
individual. If the Sailor is squared away, has done a good job with the
deck force and the ship needs a Quartermaster (QM), for example, he or
she can strike for that rating, and becomes a QMSN.

SN Michael Noeth wanted to be a Draftsman. The DM rating was and is one
of the smallest ratings in the Navy. There are very few of them
compared to Gunnerís Mates or Machinistís Mate, and certainly none
aboard a frigate. In this case, the executive officer wanted to do
something good for his Sailor. In spite of the fact that the ship was
about to deploy for six months, the XO called us and asked if his Sailor
could come and work with us to learn the DM rating and be able to take
the DM test for Third Class Petty Officer. If he passed, he could become
a DM3. If not, he could return to the ship and eventually strike for
another rating. For our part of the deal, we had to cover his travel
expenses.

So, SN Michael Noeth came to work for us. He was placed under the
expert tutelage of our First Class Draftsman, DM1 Rhea Mackenzie.
Seaman Noeth quickly made himself at home in a back corner of the All
Hand magazine spaces. And it was here he set up his easels, canvasses
and paints. When I would come by, which was often, I could smell the
linseed oil he used for his brushes long before I reached his work area.
He would have various canvasses and illustrations that he was working
on posted around his desk, as well as
examples of artwork he wanted to emulate.

He learned his trade from an experience draftsman, created artistic
content for the magazine, and became a well-like and contributing member
of the command. At our Halloween party, he came in second place in our
costume contest. He was a dead ringer "Alex" from Clockwork Orange, and
was topped only by an even more convincing Cruella Deville from 101
Dalmatians.

Whenever I got near his work area I would be greeted by the smell of his
linseed oil, and I knew I would be in for some kind of surprise. Seaman
Noeth painted the cover for several All Hands magazines. Top see him
tackle these assignments was a joy, probably because he was enjoying his
work, and appreciative of the opportunity. On my visits, I would see the
many versions and sketches he was working on, and I could see it all
come together with the finished product.

He took the advancement exam and passed it. As his six-month temporary
assignment came to an end, his command allowed him to transfer to my
command on a permanent basis as they did not have any billets for a
draftsman, and we did. Soon, he moved on to other Navy assignments as a
Draftsman, all because his ship wanted to give him a chance to realize
his dream, and my command wanted to help him get there. But most of all,
because he deserved it.

He did, indeed, become a talented Navy illustrator and draftsman. He
was assigned to the Navy Command Center where he skillfully created
briefings and presentations for Navy leadership. He was doing just that
on September 11, 2001, when terrorists forced an airliner to crash into
that building.

I will remember a bright, ambitious, creative young striker whenever I
smell linseed oil.

(To see a list of the navy men and women lost in the September 11th
attack, visit www.navy.mil.)



 
Great video :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4xQcLZNiZk&eurl=http://www.floppingaces.net/2008/09/11/today-is-7-years-ago/
 
7 years ago...I remember finding out what was happening.  I was playing Playstation and not watching the news,  at home.  Phone rang, it was one of the other Tp WOs calling from the D Sqn OR.  "Are you watching this shit??"  I said "what shit".  "Turn on the f**kin news now!  Call me back in 10"

So I did, watching in disbelieve and discomfort; you never know where stuff like that is going to stop or where it might take the world, and you along with it.  Not knowing what else to do, I checked my bug-out kit, watched and waited.  Later that day, we verified our fan-outs. 

That evening, me and a few of the boys picked up a case, a pizza and sat in front of the TV.  All night long.

For all that were lost that day... :salute:

 
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