I was still fast asleep. My little brother ran into the room and rolled me into the floor to wake me up, when I woke up (mad as a bear) he said, "They just flew an airliner into the WTC!". Still groggy, I said "Who flew an airliner into what?" and then followed him into the living room. As soon as I saw the footage of the first tower and the shock wore off, I told my brother to keep an eye on the live shots, there would probably be a 2nd plane. A few minutes later, we watched the 2nd plane fly into the live shot. Dad sent me off that week to register for draft availability, should the need arise to reinstate it. Had I joined the military when I turned 18, I probably would have a deployment or two of Iraq and/or Afghanistan under my belt.