I was working second shift at the time.

I just got off work a little before 11 p.m. the normal time.

A few of us would tend to stand around in the parking lot chatting for a few when we were done

with work.

It took time to wind down after shift in the roughly 45-minute drive home, so it was not

odd for me to still be up at 2 or 3 a.m. on most nights.

I was woke up, which was early for me the next morning

from a phone call. It was my granddad. Brandon, turn on the news. We're under attack.

That was the morning of September 11th, 2001. The morning of September 11th, 2001. I'm American 11 Climbing Table, level 3.50.

American 11, Boston.

Erassema, Mike Lima. How do you hear?

Mike Lima, has you loud clear?

American 11, Boston.

American 1-1, the American on the frequency, how do you hear me?

This is, Adam.

This is Boston.

I turned American 20 left and I was in a clam if he will not respond to me now.

That's like he's turning right.

Yeah, I turned him 20 right.

Oh, okay.

And he's only going to, I think, 29.

Okay.

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