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    Posted June 1, 2011 by
    CHUCK108
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    Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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    This iReport is part of an assignment:
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    "Holy S---, dude, you're going to war!"

     

    CNN PRODUCER NOTE     CHUCK108 says As this was 2000, before 9-11, there was no immediate fear of any wartime mobilization, but my father made sure I was aware of the risks involved and the constant possibility of deployment.
    - jbinder, CNN iReport producer

    On 9-11-01, I was a high school senior just settling in to the school year. Everyone else in my high school had spent the first weeks recounting their summers of vacations, camps, hanging out, all the things 17-18 year olds do when school's out. I had no such stories. I had spent nine weeks in South Carolina at Basic Training at Ft. Jackson. I had enlisted the Pennsylvania Army National Guard under the split-option program at the age of 17 with the intent of paying for college and continuing a proud military tradition in my family. Between my paternal grandfather, my father, and myself, there has not been a U.S. President without our services and loyatly from FDR to Obama.

     

    So on that morning, as I sat in religion class, the priest who taught my class came in to the room a few minutes late and said "Everyone, please keep the people of New York in your prayers. There was some kind of accident involving an airplane hitting a building." While this sounded tragic, obviously the magnitude was lost on everyone as the information was sketchy at that point. We said our prayers and moved on with the class.

     

    As the bell rung for the next class, the hallway had a strange buzz to it. As I passed a buddy of mine in the hall he said these words to me, "Holy S---, dude, you're going to war." and he further explained what his class saw on the TV. At the next class, the principal made an announcement as to the details up to that point. My biology teacher, who had ties to NYC, broke down in front of us all.

     

    The surreal day continued into the next period, my

    lunch, where the school closing announcement was put out. Some students in the cafeteria cheered the early release, but many remained silently stunned. The teacher in charge of the lunch period immediately got on the microphone in the cafeteria and scolded the few who had acted in such a ridiculous way.

     

    As the bell rang to dismiss us, I could only think "What the Hell am I supposed to do?" I went straight home, kissed my mom, and called the unit I had belonged to for less than a year. The sergeant who answered told me to sit tight, and if he got a call, he'd get the info out.

     

    The rest of the day consisted of me and my family glued to the TV, wondering what the future held. The whole time, the phone sat in my hand as I stood ready to do whatever I was called to do. The phone stayed silent that day, but I knew it would not for long.

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