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I can't stand the advertising. I went to the USC Gamecock opener against UNC and their screen is massive, HD, and during play has a FULL SCREEN video with no ads or anything getting in the way.
Are we that hard up for ad money that we need to hamper the fan experience?
O wait.. stick it in, hokies respect, vintage logos, sugar cookies...
"What about us?"
- Detrick Bonner and Kyshoen Jarrett
Yes, they were both deep balls.
Ranger Hokie you are a mans man. Heres to you and all other current & former members of the military and law enforcement.
Thank you for your service
Thank you for your service.
Yeah we also had a weird excuse, something like "It might rain". It was just so strange because it was the perfect day out.
I was sleeping. We had just finished the first night of a three day night shoot to hone our skills of death and destruction in limited visability. I was living in the barracks at the time since I was single, and had very little rank and had only been in the Army for about two years. At the time I was assigned to the 1st Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment in Savannah, GA. If I may let me describe how our barracks were set up. They were not of the open bay style (See first 30 minutes of Full Metal Jacket), they were more like a hotel with no room service. It was 3 floors, each platoon had a floor and since I was in 2nd Platoon we had the 2nd floor. It had a long hallway with rooms on both sides, 2 men to a room. The room consisted of bunk beds, 2 wall lockers (think Armoire, but not as nice) 2, 3 drawer chest of drawers, a sink with a mirror attached to the painted cinder block wall. Anything else in the room you had to supply yourself such as T.V's, couch, radio etc, etc. The bathroom with shower connected 2 rooms so 4 men shared 1 toilet, 1 shower, and 1 huge closet to stow your gear. My roomate who did not participate with us in the night fires busted in and said "Dude, check this shit out". I had only been asleep for a few hours and was in no mood for games so I appropiately threw some obsenities and threats at him and rolled over. He then retaliated with a class of cold water and turned our T.V on. I saw the first tower burning and immediately thought how effing dumb could 1 pilot be? Then it happened, the 2nd plane. Immediately on impact something changed...my blood matched the temperture of those buildings and you could feel the wind being sucked out of our barracks. Many of you may not know the History of American Rangers but we've been fighting since the 1600's (Google Rogers Rangers, Francis Marion, Mosby's Rangers for Pre WWII) Immediately we knew the balloon was about to go up (Slang for War). At or around that time our Platoon Sergeant yelled down the hallway "Get your Bags in the hallway, recall all off post personel!" At the time we were on what is known as Ranger Ready Force 1 or RRF1. We were on a 1 hour recall and were expected to be able to deploy anywhere in the world within 18 hours. We stayed on this status for 4 months until it rotated to 1 of the other 2 Ranger Battalions. So what he meant was get your pre packed, go to war bags in the hallway and prep to move to the Airfield. Obviously a precaution since no official word had come down yet. After that we put men on the roof to be on lookout for other planes and watched the news like everyone else. A little over 2 months later I watched, mad as hell I might add as 3rd Ranger Battalion jumped into Afghanistan. They got the nod since Al Qaeda was linked to the OCT 3rd battle in Somalia which 3rd BN participated in, made famous by the book and movie "Black Hawk Down". I was mad because I wanted to go first, we all did! We're not war mongers but we wanted to be tested, we wanted to do our jobs. Imagine going to med school, knock out your internship then there were no more patients...ever. We left in December 2001 and the rest you might say is history.
People in DC were the nicest they have ever been that day.
So true. My father was in D.C. that day. He commuted using the VRE into Union Station. When they shut down, he joined up with a group of people trying to figure out how to get back to Manassas. Someone came by in a pickup truck and said he was going that way - hop in the back. Took about 6 or so people (slowly) out of the city sitting in the back of his truck. If not for the kindness of strangers on that day, I'm not sure how he would have gotten home.
I had just finished an 8:00 AM class. I walked into Thomas and caught CNN out of the corner of my eye. The lounge had a huge projection TV in it. I remember seeing smoke, and a lot red on the screen, but headed to the stairs anyways. I got back into my room, and turned on my computer to do some coding. Then I put on CNN.
The second plane hit, and like everyone else I was thrust into a surreal whirlwind of uncertainty. However, America is still here today, and it will be here tomorrow.
From past threads, I know a lot of members of the site have served, or are serving overseas. I want to thank y'all for your service. I assumed we have public servants here too. I drove by a firehouse and 2 firemen and 1 fire woman were sitting out front in their gear. I had a moment when I thought to myself, "They just bide their (free) time (it was a volunteer station) until they get a call to run into a building on fire. Thank you for your service too.
OK. Let's see what you got in there. Gimmie gimmie gimmie.
Working in Downtown DC with Mentally Ill adults. Imagine dealing with paranoid people on that day, who all thought Armageddon had arrived. Tough day all around. Most office buildings were cleared and people just kinda roamed the streets. No Metro. Bridges to VA were shut down. People in DC were the nicest they have ever been that day.
God bless the USA. All day, everyday...
In class in Hancock hall. The teacher never came. Took the BT back to Sturbridge Square and my neighbor was on her wireless phone, comes outside to tell me and a buddy what madness happened. Spent the next few hrs slackjawed in front of the TV.
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It may be hard to believe, but I had woken from a dream that morning, where I was on a plane that was in the process of being hijacked. One of the passenger's stated something about being on the phone with someone who said a plane had flown into the Twin Towers. Realizing that something similar was probably the purpose of the plane being hijacked, we fought the hijackers and ended up crashing. That, being a crazy ass nightmare, I woke up and just started going through my morning process.
A few minutes later, my roommate was like "Dude! A plane flew into the World Trade Center!" Of course, I thought I was still dreaming at that point, because, when you have a dream about something like that, and then it happens, what would you think? I slapped myself a couple times to wake up. Of course, I didn't...and turned on the TV. Watched as the second plane hit the other tower, and learned of the plane hitting the Pentagon, glad my father didn't work there anymore (selfish, right?), and then learned of Flight 93.
I just remember not going to class that day, and just sitting in front of the TV with friends watching the news coverage ALL DAY! And trying to help others who had family in DC calm.
I remember many students at VT being in a panic and going home for a while. But I'll always wonder how I could dream of that, and have it be on the day it happened.
4th Grade Music class. I remember they wouldn't let us outside that day because they "saw a bear," which is fairly common where I'm from. Smart thinking on their part. I never really learned what happened until that afternoon and the next day.
I was in 6th grade. I was living in MST so most people had already seen the news before they got to school. I found out listening to a group of friends talk about it. In my first class, they had the news on for a little while and there was a student-led prayer over the PA system. I remember another teacher came into the room at one point and told my teacher that the first tower had collapsed. I don't remember anything else about school that day. I only remember finding out before school and seeing the news in first period.
In 4th grade, and kids just started being being picked up early left and right. Finally after noon we convinced a teacher to tell us what was going on. I remember on my way home, my dad pointed out the absence of jet trails in the cloudless, bluebird sky. Like others have said, a perfectly fine day marred by the heinous actions of a few. Seeing recollection of the weather, of all things, 12 years later, makes me think God just wanted to remind everyone that there are always good and beautiful things in the world.
I remember nothing about being in school that day, I didn't know anything was out of the ordinary (probably just wasn't paying attention) until I got home and my mom was waiting for me after I got off the bus-which she never did. First words out of her mouth were "Something bad happened today." When she told me I couldn't process it. Couldn't process what was on TV either. Later on I was just sitting outside in my backyard and the kids next door who were younger than me (I was 10) started going "you be the plane, I'll be the building" and one flew her arms into the other's chest. Every time that memory pops up it makes me sick. We had an assignment the next day in school to draw or write or describe what we'd seen and how we dealt with it.
I was in heading into McComas for a workout. Eight years later, off to Afghanistan for the first time.
I remember thinking the same thing as you, OP. It was so creepy....
My parents kinda kept me and my brothers in the dark about it to keep us from freaking out. Needless to say, we found out anyway.
i worked nights back then. my mom called me in a panic saying "they're bombing the pentagon and those tall buildings in new york!" i asked her who was bombing the pentagon and new york. she said they didnt know. as mrs bch and myself watched the towers fall all i could think was, "all those people" and "we're gonna be in a war."
i just remember it was such a lovely day weather wise. it was surreal.
9th grade art class. We just thought it was an accident at the time (only the first plane had hit), so we were watching the news (because, I mean, art class... nbd). So we saw the second plane hit in real time. Watched up through the first tower coming down. Nobody believed me at lunch. I was too young to really appreciate the magnitude of what I was seeing at the time, but I'll definitely never forget the minute I saw that second plane come in and sort of turn/roll to make sure it hit the second tower and we realized that this wasn't just some crazy accident.
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