OUR MILITARY.

VERY INTERESTING STORY.....QUOTE.....  SIX BOYS AND 13 HANDS


Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade class from Clinton , WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.

On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima, Japan, during WW II

Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, 'Where are you guys from?'

I told him that we were from Wisconsin . 'Hey, I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.'

(It was James Bradley who just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington , DC , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)


When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night.)



'My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin . My dad is on that statue, and I wrote a book called 'Flags of Our Fathers'. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me.



'Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team.. They were off to play another type of game. A game called 'War.' But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old - and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.



(He pointed to the statue) 'You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph...a photograph of his girlfriend Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima . Boys. Not old men.

'The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country' He knew he was talking to little boys.. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'

'The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian from Arizona . Ira Hayes was one of them who lived to walk off Iwo Jima . He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?'


So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes. He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down, drowned in a very shallow puddle, at the age of 32 (ten years after this picture was taken).

'The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.

'The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley, from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada . Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell 's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the press.

'You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a combat caregiver. On Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died on Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.

'When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.'


'So that's the story about six nice young boys.. Three died on Iwo Jima , and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here. Thank you for your time.'

Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom...please pray for our troops.


Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also ...please pray for our troops still in murderous places around the world.


REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day.


One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in DC that is not mentioned here is . . that if you look at the statue very closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.


Great story - worth your time - worth every American's time. Please pass it on.
 
The USAAF needed Iwo Jima for crippled B-29,s returning from raids over Japan 7000 Marines died taking that island but 2500 B-29's made emergencey landings on Iwo. A B-29 had a crew of 10, do the math, 25,000 aircrew members were saved by the heroism which took place on that island.
 
I think it's damn good! It's too bad that this can't be done for all the returning Veterans. God Bless them, God Bless those still over there, God Bless all who have served our Country and a special thank you to Budweiser. God Bless America.
 
BENGAZI..... 

TRUE ACCOUNT OF BENGAZI ATTACK- A MUST READ!


This is a must READ!!!!!!! Cynthia Lee Meyers - what really happened to her brother I checked Snopes and Truth or Fiction before forwarding this one.  Both sites not only confirmed the authenticity of this letter, but further added that Myers was also interviewed on Fox News.  This is quite an eye-opener to say the least.

Cynthia Lee Meyers?

You need to read this true account of what happened to our Ambassador
Stevens and the other 3 who died. If this doesn't make you
mad...............

Cynthia Lee Myers Wanted to share the truth of what happened over in Libya, you will not find this in the media yet but it airs tonight on FNC.....please read....

"Here is my story. A week out the Embassy in Tripoli began receiving multiple
tips about an Al Qaeda cell in the area planning an attack on 9/11 in
response to the killing of Bin Laden. For the next several days, the
state dept and WH were asked for a security force and were denied at
least six times. Ambassador Stevens and his team were given the all
clear that the Consulate in Benghazi was safe and there was no need for
a security force other than his 3 personal guards(One being my cousin)
and a few Libyans who were not armed.

Then the attack and murders occurred. Immediately the WH claimed it was



a protest gone bad over a you tube video. Obama made a quick speech in the



Rose Garden on Sept.12 before catching a plane to Vegas to campaign.



He made a generic statement at the end of his speech after placing the blame on
an overheated protest over the video. He said "No act of terror will
shake the resolve of America. Later that day and over the next 2 days,
the liberal media began saying Ambassador Stevens and the other 3 men
died of smoke inhalation. This was not the case. Out of respect for my
cousin, I'm not going to be specific about his murder.

However Ambassador Stevens was brutally murdered. His genitals were cut off,



he was sodomized and beaten and cut and stabbed and burned. He was dragged



through the streets and left for dead. This is eyewitness testimony of a local Dr. who



found the Ambassador in a ditch and tried to save his
life. He had no idea who he was. The other 3 men, including my cousin,
met similar fates.

And deaths due to smoke inhalation is a 100% fabricated LIE. The next week



I drove my aunt and Uncle and 2 others to DC to receive his body. We met with
Hillary, Panetta, and Susan Rice. ALL of whom apologized and said it was
a protest gone bad over a video and exited the area.

Next Obama entered with the same story and didn't apologize and wasn't
sympathetic. My aunt cried to this man and all he did was hand her
flowers and walk away. I tried to get his attention, but didn't. I got
upset and yelled liar to him, he kept walking. Then a secret service
agent grabbed my arm and led me to a room where I was held till the
proceedings were over.

America, I saw firsthand how cold this man is. What kind of liar he is.



Most of you haven't a clue about this tyrant and yet you support him. And act like
every word he says is Gospel. These murders and the fast and furious
cover ups make water gate look like, a kid who told his bff's secret to
the class.

We must stop this man, and please pass this story along.
--
God Bless America!

THIS PART YOU DON'T KNOW, BUT SHOULD.
AMERICAN VALOR, BENGHAZI, LIBYA:

The stunning part of this story is that Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty killed 60



of the attacking force. Once the compound was overrun, the attackers were incensed



to discover that just two men had inflicted so much death and
destruction.

The news has been full of the attacks on our embassies throughout the



Muslim world, and in particular, the deaths of Ambassador Chris Stevens and
three others in Benghazi, Libya. However, there's a little known story
of incredible bravery, heroics, and courage that should be the top
story.

So what actually happened at the U.S. embassy in Libya? We are learning
more about this every day. Ambassador Stevens and Foreign Service
officer Sean Smith, along with administrative staff, were working out of
temporary quarters due to the fact that in the spring of 2011 during the
so-called Arab Spring, the United States cut ties with then president
Moammar Gadhafi. Our embassy was looted and ransacked, causing it to be
unusable. It is still in a state of disrepair.

Security for embassies and their personnel is to be provided by the host nation.



Since Libya has gone through a civil war of sorts in the past 18 months, the



current government is very unstable, and therefore,
unreliable.

A well-organized attack by radical Muslims was planned specifically
targeting the temporary U.S. embassy building. The Libyan security force
that was in place to protect our people deserted their post, or joined
the attacking force. Either way, our people were in a real fix. And it
should be noted that Ambassador Stevens had mentioned on more than one
occasion to Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, that he was quite
concerned for his personal safety and the welfare of his people. It is
thought that Ambassador Stevens was on a "hit list".

A short distance from the American compound, two Americans were sleeping.
They were in Libya as independent contractors working an assignment
totally unrelated to our embassy. They also happened to be former Navy
Seals.

When they heard the noise coming from the attack on our embassy, as you



would expect from highly trained warriors, they ran to the fight. Apparently,
they had no weapons, but seeing the Libyan guards dropping their guns in
their haste in fleeing the scene, Tyrone Woods and Glen Doherty snatched
up several of these discarded weapons and prepared to defend the
American compound.

Not knowing exactly what was taking place, the two Seals set up a defensive
perimeter. Unfortunately Ambassador Stevens was already gravely injured,
and Foreign Service officer, Sean Smith, was dead. However, due to their
quick action and suppressive fire, twenty administrative personnel in
the embassy were able to escape to safety. Eventually, these two
courageous men were overwhelmed by the sheer numbers brought against
them, an enemy force numbering between 100 to 200 attackers which came
in two waves. But the stunning part of the story is that Tyrone Woods
Doherty killed 60 of the attacking force. Once the compound was
overrun, the attackers wereand Glen  incensed to discover that just two men



had inflicted so much death and destruction.

As it became apparent to these selfless heroes, they were definitely going
to lose their lives unless some reinforcements showed up in a hurry. As
we know now, that was not to be. I'm fairly certain they knew they were
going to die in this gun fight, but not before they took a whole lot of
bad guys with them!

Consider these tenets of the Navy SEAL Code:
1) Loyalty to Country, Team and
Teammate,
2) Serve with Honor and Integrity On and Off the
Battlefield,
3) Ready to Lead, Ready to Follow, Never Quit,
4) Take responsibility for your actions and the actions of your
teammates,
5) Excel as Warriors through Discipline and
Innovation,
6) Train for War, Fight to Win, Defeat our Nation's
Enemies, and...
7) Earn your Trident every day

(http://www.navyseals.com/seal-code-warrior-creed).

Thank you, Tyrone and Glen. To the very last breath, you both lived up to the
SEAL Code. You served all of us well. You were courageous in the face of
certain death.

And Tyrone, even though you never got to hold your
newborn son, he will grow up knowing the character and quality of his
father, a man among men who sacrificed himself defending
others.

Dr. Charles R. Roots
Senior Pastor
Former Staff Sergeant, USMC Captain,
U. S. Navy Chaplain Corps (Ret.)

This should be passed on and on and on.

NO TRUE AMERICAN WOULD OBJECT TO RECEIVING THIS MORE THAN ONCE SO PASS IT ON


And Let us never forget the Hillary Clinton Comment
"What Difference Does It Make?"
 
A Dying WWII Sailor's Last Wish Come True - Thanks to US Navy

WWII Veteran Bud Cloud:
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"A Sailor?s Dying Wish

Pearl Harbor, USS Dewey, Veterans Day, WWII

After signing my Pop, EM2 Bud Cloud (circa Pearl Harbor) up for hospice care, the consolation prize I?d given him (for agreeing it was OK to die) was a trip to ?visit the Navy in San Diego.?

I emailed my friend and former Marine sergeant, Mrs. Mandy McCammon, who?s currently serving as a Navy Public Affairs Officer, at midnight on 28 May. I asked Mandy if she had enough pull on any of the bases in San Diego to get me access for the day so I could give Bud, who served on USS Dewey (DD-349), a windshield tour.

The next day she sent me an email from the current USS Dewey (DDG 105)?s XO, CDR Mikael Rockstad, inviting us down to the ship two days later.

We linked up with Mandy outside Naval Base San Diego and carpooled to the pier where we were greeted by CMDCM Joe Grgetich and a squad-sized group of Sailors. Bud started to cry before the doors of the van opened. He?d been oohing and pointing at the cyclic rate as we approached the pier, but when we slowed down and Mandy said, ?They?re all here for you, Bud,? he was overwhelmed.

After we were all out of the van directly in front of the Dewey, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, Petty Officer Simon introduced himself and said as the ship?s Sailor of the Year he had the honor of pushing Bud?s wheelchair for the day. Unbeknownst to us, they?d decided to host Bud aboard the Dewey, not at the Dewey. And so they carried him aboard. None of us expected him to go aboard the ship. I?d told him we were going down to the base and would have the chance to meet and greet a few of the Sailors from the new Dewey. He was ecstatic. The day before, he asked every few hours if we were ?still going down to visit the boys from the Dewey,? and ?do they know I was on the Dewey, too??

Once aboard, we were greeted by the CO, CDR Jake Douglas, the XO and a reinforced platoon-sized group of Sailors. To say it was overwhelming is an understatement. These men and women waited in line to introduce themselves to Bud. They shook his hand, asked for photos with him, and swapped stories. It was simply amazing.

They didn?t just talk to him, they listened.

Bud?s voice was little more than a weak whisper at this point and he?d tell a story and then GMC Eisman or GSCS Whynot would repeat it so all of the Sailors on deck could hear. In the midst of the conversations, Petty Officer Flores broke contact with the group. Bud was telling a story and CMDCM Grgetich was repeating the details when Flores walked back into view holding a huge photo of the original USS Dewey. That moment was priceless. Bud stopped mid-sentence and yelled, ?There she is!? They patiently stood there holding the photo while he told them about her armament, described the way it listed after it was hit, and shared other details about the attacks on Pearl Harbor.

Bud finally admitted how tired he was after more than an hour on deck. While they were finishing up goodbyes and taking last minute photographs, GMC Eisman asked if it?d be OK to bring Sailors up to visit Bud in a few months after a Chief?s board. I hadn?t said it yet because I didn?t want it to dampen the spirit of the day, but I quietly explained to GMC Eisman the reason we?d asked for the visit was simple: Bud was dying.

I told him they were welcome to come up any time they wanted, but I suspected Bud had about a month left to live. Almost without hesitation, he asked if the crew could provide the burial honors when the time came. I assured him that?d be an honor we?d welcome.

Leaving the ship was possibly more emotional than boarding.

They piped him ashore. CMDCM Grgetich leaned in and quietly told me how significant that honor was and who it?s usually reserved for as we headed towards the gangplank. Hearing ?Electrician?s Mate Second Class William Bud Cloud, Pearl Harbor Survivor, departing? announced over the 1MC was surreal.

Later that night Bud sat in his recliner, hands full of ship?s coins and declared, ?I don?t care what you do with my power tools; you better promise you?ll bury me with these.?

He died 13 days later. For 12 of those 13 days he talked about the Dewey, her Sailors and his visit to San Diego. Everyone who came to the house had to hear the story, see the photos, hold the coins, read the plaques.

True to his word, GMC Eisman arranged the details for a full honors burial. The ceremony was simple yet magnificent. And a perfect sendoff for an ornery old guy who never, ever stopped being proud to be a Sailor. After the funeral, the Sailors came back to the house for the reception and spent an hour with the family. This may seem like a small detail, but it?s another example of them going above and beyond the call of duty, and it meant more to the family than I can explain.

There are more photos, and I?m sure I missed a detail, or a name. What I didn?t miss and will never forget, is how unbelievable the men and women of the USS Dewey were. They opened their ship and their hearts and quite literally made a dream come true for a dying Sailor.

They provided the backdrop for ?This is the best day of my life, daughter. I never in my whole life dreamed I?d step foot on the Dewey again or shake the hand of a real life Sailor.?

Without question, it?s the best example of Semper Fidelis I?ve ever seen."

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https://idrivewarships.wordpress.com/2013/11/10/a-sailors-dying-wish/
 
Thank you to every one who has told these eleven or so pages of stories.

And Thank you to all those of whom these stories are about. There really are no words to describe what our military members have sacrificed for our country. Many of the stories go beyond belief.

These stories need to be told to those beyond this web site. And not just on Memorial Day or Veterans Day.

For our Military members both past and present, I can only say "Thank You". I know it doesn't come close to what I really owe you. But it's impossible to ever repay you back for what you've done for us. 
 
THIS MAN ....THE LAST LIVING MEDAL OF HONOR RECIPIENT FROM D DAY ....PASSED TO A HIGHER LEVEL THIS WEEKEND....RIP...PRAYERS FOR THE COMFORT OF THE FAMILIES.... A SOLDIER WITH AN M1 RIFLE

Walt Ehlers is the only living Medal of Honor recipient from the Normandy invasion. In his dreams he still sees his brother Roland, killed that day.



?The beach was 10 times worse than shown in ?Saving Private Ryan,? he says. ?They couldn?t possibly show (the reality) in a movie.?


He also left the service with three Purple Hearts, two Bronze Stars and one Silver Star. He is a modest man who wears his role with dignity.


Today at age 80, Walt Ehlers sits with an M1 Rifle across his lap and remembers. His eyes are still sharp enough to read without glasses the serial number of the 1943 Springfield he holds. His memories of a war long ago are also still sharp. On this day he shares those memories and his observations on the M1 rifle, which he carried through North Africa and France.

EHLERS? STORY
On June 6, 1944, Walter Ehlers was at the tip of the spear plunging into Hitler?s Atlantic Wall.


At Omaha Beach the 23year-old staff sergeant led his squad out of the Higgins boat and into the merciless storm of fire. Within days Ehlers would fight his way deep into France and earn a soldier?s highest award, the Medal of Honor.


The first wave had stalled on the beach with casualties of 50 percent. Ehlers and his troops were sent ashore soon after. He saw a mortar blast wipe out a whole boat, which he later learned carried his brother Roland. Everything was stalled.


?I got my squad going,? Ehlers says. ?The first thing they wanted to do was to dig in; they were scared half to death. So I said, ?You gotta go. Get off this beach ? otherwise you?ll get killed.?? They followed him off the beach to where engineers who had been blowing the wire were pinned down by German snipers. Several of the engineers had been killed.


Laying a barrage of covering fire with their M1 rifles, the squad members enabled the engineers to clear the route to the German trenches above. Of that day, Ehlers recalls: ?The guy got the wire blown, and we went through. I got all 12 of my men off the beach without a casualty, which was the best thing I ever did in my life.?


Though supposed to be on recon patrol, Ehlers? squad was instead caught up in constant firefights. The next few days can be summed up by the text from his Medal of Honor citation:


CITATION
Place and date: Near Goville, France, 9-10 June
1944. Citation: For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty on 9-10 June 1944, near Goville, France. S/Sgt. Ehlers, always acting as the spearhead of the attack, repeatedly led his men against heavily defended enemy strong points exposing himself to deadly hostile fire whenever the situation required heroic and courageous leadership.


Without waiting for an order, S/Sgt. Ehlers, far ahead of his men, led his squad against a strongly defended enemy strong point, personally killing 4 of an enemy patrol who attacked him en route. Then crawling forward under withering machinegun fire, he pounced upon the guncrew and put it out of action.


Turning his attention to 2 mortars protected by the crossfire of 2 machineguns, S/Sgt. Ehlers led his men through this hail of bullets to kill or put to flight the enemy of the
mortar section, killing 3 men himself.


After mopping up the mortar positions, he again advanced on a machinegun, his progress effectively
covered by his squad. When he was almost on top of the gun he leaped to his feet and, although greatly outnumbered, he knocked out the position single-handed.


The next day, having advanced deep into enemy territory, the platoon of which S/Sgt. Ehlers was a member, finding itself in an untenable position as the enemy brought increased mortar, machinegun, and small arms fire to bear on it, was ordered to withdraw. S/Sgt. Ehlers, after his squad had covered the withdrawal of the remainder of the platoon, stood up and by continuous fire at the semicircle of enemy placements, diverted the bulk of the heavy hostile fire on himself, thus permitting the members of his own squad to withdraw.


At this point, though wounded himself, he carried his wounded automatic rifleman to safety and then returned fearlessly over the shell-swept field to retrieve the automatic rifle which he was unable to carry previously.


After having his wound treated, he refused to be evacuated, and returned to lead his squad.
The intrepid leadership, indomitable courage, and fearless aggressiveness displayed by S/Sgt. Ehlers in the face of overwhelming enemy forces serve as an inspiration to others.

 
Pilots often claim that the two worst things that can happen to a pilot are:
( 1 ) Walking out to the aircraft knowing this will be your last flight or
( 2 ) Walking out to the aircraft NOT knowing this will be your last flight.

This pilot's story adds another possibility....

The events of September 11, 2001, put two F-16 pilots into the sky with orders to bring down United Flight 93 .

Late on that Tuesday morning of September 11th, Lt. Heather "Lucky" Penney was on a runway at Andrews Air Force Base and ready to fly. She had her hand on the throttle of an F-16 and she had her orders, "Bring down United Airlines Flight 93."

The day's fourth hijacked airliner seemed to be hurtling toward Washington. Penney, one of the first two combat pilots in the air that morning, was told to stop it.

"I genuinely believed that was going to be the last time I took off," says Maj. Heather "Lucky" Penney, remembering the September 11 attacks and the initial U.S. reaction.

The one thing she didn't have as she roared into the crystalline sky was live ammunition. Or missiles. Or anything at all to throw at a hostile aircraft. Except her own plane. So that was the plan.

Because the surprise attacks were unfolding, in that innocent age, faster than they could arm war planes, Penney and her commanding officer planned to fly their jets straight into a Boeing 757.

"We wouldn't be shooting it down. We'd be ramming the aircraft," Penney recalls of her charge that day. "I would essentially be a kamikaze pilot."

For years, Penney, one of the first generation of female combat pilots in the country, gave no interviews about her experiences on September 11 (which included, eventually, escorting Air Force One back into Washington's suddenly highly restricted airspace).

But 10 years later, she is reflecting on one of the lesser-told tales of that endlessly examined morning: How the first counterpunch the U.S. Military prepared to throw at the attackers was effectively a suicide mission. "We had to protect the airspace any way we could," she said last week in her office at Lockheed Martin, where she is a director in the F-35 program.

Penney, now a major but still a petite blonde with a Colgate grin, is no longer a combat flier. She flew two tours in Iraq and she serves as a part-time National Guard pilot, mostly hauling VIPs around in a military Gulfstream. She takes the stick of her own vintage 1941 Taylor craft tail-dragger whenever she can.

But none of her thousands of hours in the air quite compare with the urgent rush of launching on what was supposed to be a one-way flight to a midair collision. First of her kind!

She was a rookie in the autumn of 2001, the first female F-16 pilot they'd ever had at the 121st Fighter Squadron of the D.C. Air National Guard. She had grown up smelling jet fuel. Her father flew jets in Vietnam and still races them. Penney got her pilot's license when she was a literature major at Purdue. She planned to be a teacher. But during a graduate program in American studies, Congress opened up combat aviation to women and Penney was nearly first in line. "I signed up immediately," she says. "I wanted to be a fighter pilot like my dad."

On that Tuesday, they had just finished two weeks of air combat training in Nevada. They were sitting around a briefing table when someone looked in to say a plane had hit the World Trade Center in New York. When it happened once, they assumed it was some yahoo in a Cessna. When it happened again, they knew it was war.

But the surprise was complete. In the monumental confusion of those first hours, it was impossible to get clear orders. Nothing was ready. The jets were still equipped with dummy bullets from the training mission. As remarkable as it seems now, there were no armed aircraft standing by and no system in place to scramble them over Washington. Before that morning, all eyes were looking outward, still scanning the old Cold War threat paths for planes and missiles coming over the polar ice cap.

"There was no perceived threat at the time, especially one coming from the homeland like that," says Col. George Degnon, vice commander of the 113th Wing at Andrews. "It was a little bit of a helpless feeling, but we did everything humanly possible to get the aircraft armed and in the air. It was amazing to see people react."

Things are different today, Degnon says. At least two "hot-cocked" planes are ready at all times, their pilots never more than yards from the cockpit.

A third plane hit the Pentagon, and almost at once came word that a fourth plane could be on the way, maybe more. The jets would be armed within an hour, but somebody had to fly now, weapons or no weapons.

"Lucky, you're coming with me," barked Col. Marc Sasseville. They were gearing up in the pre-flight life-support area when Sasseville, struggling into his flight suit, met her eye. "I'm going to go for the cockpit," Sasseville said.
She replied without hesitating, "I'll take the tail."
It was a plan. And a pact. 'Let's go!'

Penney had never scrambled a jet before. Normally the pre-flight is a half-hour or so of methodical checks. She automatically started going down the list.

"Lucky, what are you doing? Get your butt up there and let's go!" Sasseville shouted.

She climbed in, rushed to power up the engine, screamed for her ground crew to pull the chocks. The crew chief still had his headphones plugged into the fuselage as she nudged the throttle forward. He ran along pulling safety pins from the jet as it moved forward. She muttered a fighter pilot's prayer - "God, don't let me [expletive] up"- and followed Sasseville into the sky.

They screamed over the smoldering Pentagon, heading northwest at more than 400 mph, flying low and scanning the clear horizon. Her commander had time to think about the best place to hit the enemy. "We don't train to bring down airliners," said Sasseville, now stationed at the Pentagon. "If you just hit the engine, it could still glide and you could guide it to a target. My thought was the cockpit or the wing."

He also thought about his ejection seat. Would there be an instant just before impact? "I was hoping to do both at the same time," he says. "It probably wasn't going to work, but that's what I was hoping."

Penney worried about missing the target if she tried to bail out. "If you eject and your jet soars through without impact... " she trails off, the thought of failing more dreadful than the thought of dying.

But she didn't have to die. She didn't have to knock down an airliner full of kids and salesmen and girlfriends. They did that themselves. It would be hours before Penney and Sasseville learned that United 93 had already gone down in Pennsylvania, an insurrection by hostages willing to do just what the two Guard pilots had been willing to do: Anything, and everything.

"The real heroes are the passengers on Flight 93 who were willing to sacrifice themselves," Penney says. "I was just an accidental witness to history."

She and Sasseville flew the rest of the day, clearing the airspace, escorting the president, looking down onto a city that would soon be sending them to war.

She's a single mom of two girls now. She still loves to fly. And she still thinks often of that extraordinary ride down the runway a decade ago.
"I genuinely believed that was going to be the last time I took off," she says.
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