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A seven-year-old memory: M and I sitting on the couch, practically in the fetal position, staring with wide horrified eyes at each other as we heard a jet scream low overhead. It was late in the day, and the local Air Force Base was scrambling.
Seven years later, I still get apprehensive when I see a jet low in the sky, especially if it is coming in for a landing.
To the 3,000 gone.
To the 4,000 and climbing in the war that has yet to bring Bin Laden to justice.
Seven years later, I still get apprehensive when I see a jet low in the sky, especially if it is coming in for a landing.
To the 3,000 gone.
To the 4,000 and climbing in the war that has yet to bring Bin Laden to justice.
