I was at MEPS that morning (military enlistment processing station). I was supposed to go to boot camp that day. We were in the middle of some physical when a civilian employee pops in, says, “y’all need to see this.” We watched the attacks in the break room. My parents had to come get me and I shipped out the next week to Fort Sill.
Ooohhh fuck that didn't even occur to me and I work under the Air Education and Training Command umbrella. Tuesdays are swear-in/ship-out days for the military. Chaotic on even our smoothest days, so I can't imagine what that was like. I'm so sorry that happened to you. A lot of young men and women that day probably woke up thinking they'd be traveling the world and doing stuff in east Europe at most. Desert Storm was a decade in the past at that point.
Right on. My story was a little different that day, since I never enlisted. In the blackest of humor, I can say that was the day my childhood ended, because I turned 18 the next day; 43 tomorrow.
Still had a lot of thoughts about what it meant though, especially with that Selective Service card freshly added to my wallet.
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u/Euqcor 14h ago
I was at MEPS that morning (military enlistment processing station). I was supposed to go to boot camp that day. We were in the middle of some physical when a civilian employee pops in, says, “y’all need to see this.” We watched the attacks in the break room. My parents had to come get me and I shipped out the next week to Fort Sill.