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The Stranger within my gate..

Driving into Marlborough I heard on the Radio that a plane had crashed - a small mention on the news so I assumed it was a minor incident. I turned over to the BBC's News station where they were discussing manures for the garden. A little later I was in the barber's shop with mindless MTV playing on the screen above my head when an Army Captain came in to wait for a cut - he asked if they could switch to the news channel. So for the next hour I sat in the chair with the barber taking random snips as we watched the drama unfold. So that's how I got the worst haircut in my life, and the world was turned upside down. Others have different memories, may they find a peace within themselves.

911 Remembered: Rick Rescorla was a soldier

Men of Cornwall stop your dreaming;
Can't you see their spearpoints gleaming?
See their warriors' pennants streaming
To this battlefield.
Men of Cornwall stand ye steady;
It cannot be ever said ye
for the battle were not ready;
Stand and never yield!

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I had the worst drive to work, up 101 along the busy flight-path of airliners approaching SFO - and then they all stopped flying. We didn't stay at work long that day. When the big planes finally returned to the sky it caught my breath. After struggling two more years to get up and afloat the company foundered and shut-down my division.

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