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[Wilse]

http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com

September 11... he sat there, reading the paper. As he reached out for the cup in front of him for a sip of tea, he could vaguely hear the sound of an airplane overhead. It was a bright, fresh day and there was much he had to do... but the world suddenly went black- a colossal explosion and then crushed bones under the weight of concrete and iron... screams rose up around him... men, women and children... shards of glass sought out tender, unprotected skin ... he thought of his family and tried to rise, but something inside of him was broken... there was a rising heat and the pungent smell of burning flesh mingled sickeningly with the smoke and the dust... and suddenly it was blackness.

9/11/01? New York? World Trade Center?

No.

9/11/04. Falloojeh. An Iraqi home.