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Originally Posted by Flatbush Harry
I was in Physics lab during the last period of the day of my senior year in HS. We were directed to put away the various combustibles and explosives and go home.
My parents always told me of the two days that they had photographic memory of: Dec. 7, 1941 and April 12, 1945, the day when FDR died. For me, November 22, 1963 and Sept. 11, 2001 are those two days for me.
Harry |
9/11 working on a kitchen downstairs here in Florida, 2 kids upstairs redoing tile in a bathroom......radio playing, one of them comes down to tell of the event, I look at him and say 'bullshit'....he comes to attention, and says really loud...'Sir, I am a United States Marine, and I DO NOT LIE'.....I said sorry man, and went up to hear their radio.....got a call from the company and we went home until Friday that week.....