When the first plane hit, a recruiter was pulling into his station in Bloomington. The recruiter then joked around a little bit about it.
When the second plane hit, the recruiter was starting toward Decatur, taking an applicant to take the ASVAB.
When the plane hit the Pentagon, the recruiter arrived in Decatur, only to find the test for the applicant was canceled and any Government vehicles needed to be moved away from buildings.
When the first tower fell, the recruiter and applicant returned back to the office.
When the second tower fell, the recruiter was sent up north for something.
Later in the evening, when the recruiter was asked why he wasn't making cold phone calls, I looked over at my boss and told him that I lost 343 brothers this day, and after what happened, it just wouldn't be right to make phone calls to recruit people for the Army.
Only time I didn't get in trouble for refusing to do my job.
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Though I understand the feelings , as I suffered the same feelings , as did every firefighter in this nations, for me I'd have thought it was more important than ever that day to DO your job, to try and assure that these bastards were found and killed and never allowed to attack this country on our own soil again
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