Well done Migflanker
I remember the airport that afternoon and how quiet it was. I remember going into work early, then going from plane to plane, inspecting them and wondering what I would do if we found something or someone. I remember that night in the hanger and no one knowing what would happen next- thinking things like: Is there an aircraft out there full of explosives? Is there some other type of attack coming? And even: Will we all be laid off?
To a lesser extent I remember the morning- my wife calling me as I was going to bed (I worked 3rd shift) and telling me about the attacks. I thought she was confused, but turned on the TV anyway. Of course, we all know what I saw.
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