I was there..

Eyemo · Jul 23, 2008

Have any of you had the "I was there moment"?.. if so please tell!

Diamondback · Jul 23, 2008

Well, because of having fought the battle in simulations so many times, I was able to guide my relatives around Gettysburg with no map, and had that "I've been here before" feeling probably because of spending so much time there "virtually". Does that count?

Eyemo · Jul 23, 2008

I think so...did you get that feeling that you were actualy there?

Maj.Nick Danger · Jul 23, 2008

I've got a fascination with The Army Air Forces in general, and I don't like to fly so much, so maybe I was there? [huh]

Diamondback · Jul 23, 2008

Not like a "past life" thing, so no on mine, just really strong deja vu until I figured out it was from OD'ing on the sim. Although it's still a haunting, even creepy place...

zaika · Jul 23, 2008

i was there when vladimir zhirinovsky drove through town (funny enough...also named vladimir) on his way to a rally. and he waved at me. lol prolly 'cause i was the only one walking down that particular road. lol

dunno if that counts. but i felt that i was a part of something cool. especially since i had traveled all that way to study russian culture and language and here is the infamous zhirinovsky waving at me...an american! lol

Diamondback · Jul 23, 2008

9/11 was another for me--when the news broke that morning, it was like "holy crap, I was just there a month ago!" A double dose of shock, to say the least... not to mention a literal "wakeup call from Hell", as Netanyahu called it.

Feraud · Jul 23, 2008

There where?

Eyemo · Jul 23, 2008

O, I'll drag the question back and be more specific.. The "I was there moment"...did you actualy feel that you were back in time, or felt you'd visited a past place or moment? or both?

Feraud · Jul 23, 2008

Ah "there" there. Nope, never.

Jack Scorpion · Jul 23, 2008

zaika said:
i was there when vladimir zhirinovsky drove through town (funny enough...also named vladimir) on his way to a rally. and he waved at me. lol prolly 'cause i was the only one walking down that particular road. lol

dunno if that counts. but i felt that i was a part of something cool. especially since i had traveled all that way to study russian culture and language and here is the infamous zhirinovsky waving at me...an american! lol

I've been to Vladimir. I had the dullest time ever. But then again, Zhirinovsky didn't wave to me.

Diamondback · Jul 23, 2008

Feraud, if you mean me, all three--first down almost to the Pentagon in Washington, then up right across the Hudson from WTC, then straight back across Pennsylvania to get my Hoosier relatives home with vacation time to spare.

GWD · Jul 23, 2008

No, but I used to have dreams that I lived in the Victorian Era and spoke with an English accent.

I don't have those dreams anymore though.

Probably Good.lol

Feraud · Jul 23, 2008

Diamondback said:
Feraud, if you mean me, all three--first down almost to the Pentagon in Washington, then up right across the Hudson from WTC, then straight back across Pennsylvania to get my Hoosier relatives home with vacation time to spare.

?? Huh? No, I was answering Eyemo's question.

Dixon Cannon · Jul 23, 2008

Chino, CA 1978

The first time I stepped into a B-17 'Flying Fortress' at the 'Gathering Of Eagles' show in Chino, 1978. I had to sit down for a moment and collect my
thoughts, it hit me so hard! I knew at that moment that I'd been there before and had a familiarity that was uncanny. It was truly daja'vue!

-dixon cannon

StraightEight · Jul 23, 2008

Space Camp, Huntsville, Ala., 2003.
Two hours into a six hour sim of a re-supply mission to the International Space Station and fuel cell #3 goes flooey on the Shuttle as the crew is executing an OMS maneuver to dock with the ISC. The cabin lights are flickering, the environmental system fritzing. I'm on CapCom in the Mission Operations Control Room, trying to keep it monotone, professional, free of panic. Like those steel-cut voices in the grainy NASA documentaries. The STS flight deck crew picks up the thread and runs with it. The radio chatter is clipped, correct, Gene Kranz-approved.

Our team dives into the three volume NASA STS owners manual looking for the solution. Eventually we jury rig the fuel cell to get it back online. After three practice missions our 14-member team of former complete strangers from all over America has clicked and gone into the zone together. We keep up with the checklists and hit our reentry marks all the way to wheels down and chutes out. The pilot and mission commander emerge from the Shuttle, sweat glistening, eyes wide, grins stretched across two time zones. Space Camp is for kids and adults who want to be kids, but this crew has been completely transported into the moment. I can hear Charlie Duke calling the moon, saying, "We copy you on the ground. You've got a bunch of guys about to turn blue, we're breathing again. Thanks a lot."

Copper · Jul 23, 2008

Pulling back the throttle on the Tiger Moth on the downwind leg, looking over at my shoulder at the WWII era hanger at the edge of the grass strip, I felt the song of the wind in the flying wires diminish as the airspeed dropped, and the ailerons lose their sharp bite on the air. I took the slack out of the stick as the nose started to settle a bit and got ready to really work the rudder through the turn onto my base leg and the quick turn again onto final.

It was the last approach of my day in the biplane, and just for that moment, I felt it was not 2003, but 1943, still in New Zealand and it was like I was a new pilot in the Commonwealth Air Training Program. There was nothing in sight -and I could see for twenty or thirty miles - that told me any different, save for the tiny digital radio tucked into an instrument hole at the bottom of the panel. just before making the turn in and devoting all of my attention to the flying at hand again, I took a look around me to take in the world as it had been sixty years before. I made sure to not look at the bottom of the panel...

Nick D · Jul 23, 2008

All the time. When I'm walking along the city walls of York, or through the ruins of Villers Abbey, or in the towers of Gravensteen Castle, or walking the field where Harold and William fought for the crown of England.

My way back machine goes pretty far back.

MPicciotto · Jul 23, 2008

The time five years ago when I was in the Dominican Republic and found myself playing billiards in a smoky pool hall with floor to ceiling doors open all across the front to let in the cool(ish) evening air playing a few rounds with a man from Norway. It was just one of those moments.

Matt

Darhling · Jul 23, 2008

Not so much now, but when I was younger, when we travelled abroad I sometimes out of the blue could tell exactly what building or architechture was around the corner or further up the road where we were walking.

I knew the names of people I haven't been introduced to or sometimes not even seen yet.

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