I didn’t kick ass and take names. I saw, and heard, the moonbats and shitheads only from a distance.
I was a REMF, and that’s it.
From the Operations Center I could see The Wall directly below me. Whenever I felt little guilty or particularly cold I drew warmth from the line of people slowly passing those names.
When Larry Bailey named me Petty Officer in Charge (NCOIC for you Army types) of communications for the event I admit I didn’t quite realize how it would be on The Day. But you volunteer and you take your chances.
None of the above should be interpreted as complaint nor excuse… I am so proud of what we accomplished I could bust. I did my job and did it well.
Kind of a boring report… but there it is.