Folks always seem to remember exactly where they were and what they felt when significant historical events occur. 9/11 is no different and as I was putting my flag out on the house this morning I was thinking about it. I was still on active duty at the time and was at the pistol range shooting for my annual requals. Someone came up from the parking lot and said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. My first thought was that it was like a Piper Cub or something, then we got word that a second plane hit and they were both passenger jets. They shut the range down and we reported back to our units where we basically sat around waiting for info. At lunch I drove over to my wifes work. When I got there they were sending everyone home because most of them were military wives and were too distracted to work. We went to the house and I watched some of the coverage on the TV till it was time to head back to base. When I got to the base there was a line of cars about a three miles long waiting to get through the gate because they were searching everything going in with the bomb dogs. I called my unit and told them I would be late returning and explained the delay, then waited in line for over an hour and only moved about a quarter of a mile. I called my unit again and they said to just go home and sit by the phone the rest of the day. On the way home I stopped by Walmart and bought enough ammo for a small war of my own, I wasn't alone, they sold a bunch of ammo that day. So as Allen Jackson so poetically put it, "where were you when the world stopped turning?"