I heard it live on the radio, tuned in to the first replays 30 seconds later. I was home from school, sick with a mild case of the flu, so I got to see the entire day's reporting. Sad.
The thing is, I'd already bought into the honor and serving your country crap so it only helped to cement my desire to join up and try to be a fighter pilot. Since then, I've seen friends die and you know, it still sucks but the duty honor country thing doesn't go away. I think some people get it and some people don't. Those that do pack up and move west on occasion, those that don't stay home and hand in their guns, hoping somehow they won't be the ones chosen to go to the internment camp this time.