My pal Dean Mathis and I were on the way to a small town to set up a show at a nursing home. We were listening on the radio. We got about half way and decided to go back home.
As we drove into Bossier City, LA on I20, we looked up and saw Air Force One right over us, flying very low. It banked one time and landed at Barksdale AFB.
I dropped Dean off at his car, then went to HankB's house, which is about a half mile from the North Gate of the base. They had the base totally shut down and secured, with armed guards, vehicles and dogs. They already had fighter planes circling the entire area, probably for hundreds of miles.
We knew that the President was there, but it was hours later that the rest of the world knew.
I must admit I didn't stay at Hank's very long. At that time nobody knew the extent of the attacks and whether Barksdale might also be a target.
I will never forget!
DonM