story333.xml
Title
story333.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-03-31
911DA Story: Story
My story starts out about a year and a half before September 11th. I was going through AIT(anvanced individual training)to be a cook for the U.S. Army at Fort Lee, Virginia. For about a week, I had strange feelings that something bad was going to happen, but I could not figure out what exactly it was. I only knew that it was going to involve a couple thousand people, and that it was going to happen either on Fort Lee or in the general direction towards New York City. At the time I figured that it was going to happen within a matter of days if not weeks. I confronted my senior drill sergeant about it and I was blown off. Eventually, these feelings went away, and I did not dwell on the matter anymore. Until that dreaded day.
I flew out of Seattle airport on July 4th for Camp Casey, in Tongducheon, South Korea, where I was going to be stationed. I had been there a couple of months before 9/11, so I had time to settle in, and I knew who the jokers were. So about 2200 hours on September, a couple of those jokers passed my right outside my barracks, saying that the WTC towers and the pentagon had been hit. Because of who they were I ignored them. Then half an hour later one of the NCO'S came outside and confirmed the information, saying that it was all over the news. I stepped into the building into the dayroom, and just sat there staring at the news and the pictures of the towers and the pentagon on fire, along with recordings of the second tower being hit. After an hour, I proceeded to call home to find out if my family was all right, and they were all in a frenzy because they could not get in contact with my uncle who is retired navy, and was still working in the pentagon. Needless to say, I did not sleep well that night, nor could I work efficiently the next day. Finally, at about 1600, I was able to call home again, and my mother was able to tell me that my uncle was alright--he had been in the pentagon only a matter of hours before the attack. I was relieved for myself, but two of my coworkers had family missing from the WTC site. They found out a couple of days later that their missing relatives were dead, but not recovered. The aftereffects started residing after about a month, and finally, back in about mid-february, I was restationed--this time to D.C. After having been here a month, I have finally gotten the nerve to see the pentagon. So, on this date, March 31, 2002, I went to the pentagon, and saw the construction, and just started crying. Then I proceeded to go to Arlington Cemetary, where I saw the display of letters and pictures, and I decided to tell my story. I thank God that me and my family is alright, but what about all the other families??? All I can say in response is this "WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?"
FROM AN ACTIVE DUTY ARMY SOLDIER,
E-2 WALKER, SCOTT ANTHONY-2.5 YRS IN
I flew out of Seattle airport on July 4th for Camp Casey, in Tongducheon, South Korea, where I was going to be stationed. I had been there a couple of months before 9/11, so I had time to settle in, and I knew who the jokers were. So about 2200 hours on September, a couple of those jokers passed my right outside my barracks, saying that the WTC towers and the pentagon had been hit. Because of who they were I ignored them. Then half an hour later one of the NCO'S came outside and confirmed the information, saying that it was all over the news. I stepped into the building into the dayroom, and just sat there staring at the news and the pictures of the towers and the pentagon on fire, along with recordings of the second tower being hit. After an hour, I proceeded to call home to find out if my family was all right, and they were all in a frenzy because they could not get in contact with my uncle who is retired navy, and was still working in the pentagon. Needless to say, I did not sleep well that night, nor could I work efficiently the next day. Finally, at about 1600, I was able to call home again, and my mother was able to tell me that my uncle was alright--he had been in the pentagon only a matter of hours before the attack. I was relieved for myself, but two of my coworkers had family missing from the WTC site. They found out a couple of days later that their missing relatives were dead, but not recovered. The aftereffects started residing after about a month, and finally, back in about mid-february, I was restationed--this time to D.C. After having been here a month, I have finally gotten the nerve to see the pentagon. So, on this date, March 31, 2002, I went to the pentagon, and saw the construction, and just started crying. Then I proceeded to go to Arlington Cemetary, where I saw the display of letters and pictures, and I decided to tell my story. I thank God that me and my family is alright, but what about all the other families??? All I can say in response is this "WHAT HATH GOD WROUGHT?"
FROM AN ACTIVE DUTY ARMY SOLDIER,
E-2 WALKER, SCOTT ANTHONY-2.5 YRS IN
Collection
Citation
“story333.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 22, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/10026.