I was at work that fateful morning, listening to the radio as the events played out... the maintenance crew for Haliburton had a tv on and we watched the news as we could.. Most of us were veterans and it struck a nerve..
I experienced two suicide bombings in my early military carreer and it had affected my life.. to witness these events sent some moving memories within me spiral... I guess it was like reliving something I tried to bury deep inside...
I later learned that a Marine who survived the barracks bombing, in Beirut, died as a firefighter in the World Trade Center... may God Bless his and everyone elses soul...

I took some time yesterday and said a few prayers.. and reflected on the events of that fateful day... In some way.. we all lost something that day.. all of us... no matter where we come from...