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Trent
Caves, US Air Force, San Antonio, Texas
Trenton Caves joined
Grace Lutheran Church as a child with his family. His
parents are John and Cathy Caves.
A message
from Trenton:
11 September 2001 - A Second Lieutenant Looks Back
On 11 September 2001, I was starting
my senior year at North Carolina State University. I
was also a Cadet Captain in Air Force ROTC.
On that morning, my alarm went
off at 9 o'clock - I wanted to get up early to meet
one of my friends before class started. The radio talked
of a plane crash in New York, but I reset my alarm and
went back to bed. A few minutes later, I was reawakened
by the sound of a car crash outside my window. Without
even knowing what was going on, I thought to myself
"Wow, the world sure is going to hell." My
alarm went off again a few minutes later with talk of
another plane crashing into the World Trade Center.
The radio also told of a possible explosion at the Pentagon
- a listener in the Washington DC area called the national
talk-show to tell people about it.
When I got out of the shower, one
of my fraternity brothers knocked on my door to ask
if I had heard what was going on. He said that the U.S.
was under attack, and that two planes had crashed into
the World Trade Center. I ran downstairs and turned
on the TV to see the two burning Trade Center towers.
By this time it was around 10 o'clock, and I had to
get ready for class.
Since it was a Tuesday, my first
class was my Air Force ROTC class, and I had to wear
my BDU's (Battle Dress Uniform - camouflage fatigues)
to class. I went upstairs to get dressed, but all I
could do was look at my uniform, hanging in my closet.
I had signed up for ROTC in January and knew that I'd
be signing up for four years service to my country,
but, probably like most Americans, I never thought that
we'd be attacked. As I looked at my uniform, I wondered
what I had gotten myself into. I was afraid that, in
my uniform, people would look to me as an authority
on what was happening. I didn't know anything more than
what was on TV, and was unsure if I could live up to
the role that the uniform required - I wasn't even sure
that I really wanted that responsibility. Finally, after
twenty minutes I decided that for the next few years
I was going to be an officer in the United States Air
Force and, like it or not, I had to accept all responsibilities
that came with it. I finally put my uniform on, got
in my car, and drove to class. I heard on the ride over
to campus that the first tower had fallen.
As I was walking to my class, I
spotted one of my friends and asked if he had heard
what was going on. As we stood in a stairwell talking,
someone else walked by and asked me what the latest
news was. It's funny how that uniform makes others believe
that I know what's going on even if I don't. When I
got to class, our instructor, an Air Force Major, postponed
our lesson and instead talked about what we could expect
in the coming days. We were all told to go home as soon
as possible and change out of our uniforms - a requirement
for Force Protection Delta. If only I had known before
class that I didn't have to wear my uniform, I wouldn't
have had to go through all that turmoil.
One year later, I'm a commissioned
Second Lieutenant in the Air Force. I'm stationed at
Randolph Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas, where
I'm undergoing Navigator training. With my commitment
to be a navigator comes a minimum six year service commitment
- the earliest I could get out of the Air Force is 2008.
However, that is no longer a date that I look to as
anxiously as before. The more I learn about the Air
Force and what I'm doing, the more I look at the long
term possibilities of an Air Force career.
I'm glad I had the chance to think
about what my service means, because now I live that
life every day. When I go off-base in uniform, people
look up to me as an authority: as someone to be respected.
The uniform is a symbol of the generations of military
personnel who have fought - and died - for this great
country. By wearing that uniform, I become a part of
that history, and I must do my best every day to uphold
and honor that tradition.
Trent
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