I remember the somber mood of those young men knowing full well it would be up to them to fight this war and war it certainly was. The draft had already been put into effect so many there that day knew their names would be forth coming. Patriotism ran high that day and the days following the attack. None of those present students and parents had the least doubt that America would in the end win, but all knew the price would be high. My brother ended up in the Army Air Corp flying B-17’s for his term of service.
The third time something out of the ordinary occurred was 9/11. My wife and I were at Gatlinburg and getting ready to leave for home. As we got up and turned on the TV all we could see was the plane hitting the tower again and again. Then when the second one hit the other tower the announcers went wild and the recriminations were running rampant. Most everyone seemed to feel it was an Arab conceived and run thing, but just who was to blame? And blame was flying every where and at almost everyone.
As we were getting ready to leave, Patty wanted to stop in downtown to get a special T-shirt she had seen. I wanted to get home, but as usual Patty persevered and we went downtown. She told me later that the gentleman in the store was Arab and people were coming in from the street and yelling at him and asking what had your people done to us and why? Blame had to be placed and many innocent people were derided because of their heritage not their actions. We made it home, but did so with great concern as to what may happen next. Again no one was concerned about how the end result would be, after all we were Americans and we do not let things like this get us down, we fight back and win.