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Six years ago. Nine days left.

I was at the Backpack Hostel in Budapest, Hungary as I watched the towers fall. I sat there as a fellow backpacker bounced up and down on the sofa in glee.

It's been six years, and I've made a number of false starts since then. Nine days from now, I will report to OCS, and once I complete the ten weeks in Quantico, I will finally begin my task to "defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic."

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Perry,
Are you speaking for all New Yorkers? I was living on Broad St. a few blocks from the WTC. My apt. had damage and we were homeless for 6 weeks. I had two funerals to attend (no bodies. Myself and many of my neighbors support the war and wish Sameer all the best. He is a brave young man who feels the call of duty.

I was in New York too, when the towers fell. Working uptown, I did not have a clear view and was spared the horror (thank God) but joined the rest in the long walk home to Queens. From the 59th street bridge I could see the gaping void where the towers had been.

Not everybody who lives in New York is against this war, Perry. Some of us recognize that the towers were but a skirmish in a much longer war which had been inititated years before.

I watched the towers fall live, in person. I live in New York, you see, and I was working on 14th street, with a nice clear unimpeded view, not to mention the fact that my office was right next to St. Vincent's Hospital. I got to smell the horror up close and in person. A good friend of mine died that day, as did another acquaintance.

However, none of that really has anything to do with the war in Iraq you're about to be shipped out to, now, does it? It also has little to do with defending the US constitution -- it has a lot more to do with defending the president's political agenda.

Here's the really funny bit, Sameer -- those of us who live in New York, who actually suffered the brunt of this, who lost friends and loved ones, for the most part are completely against this war. The people who seem to be most interested in it had no skin in the game. For you it was all some images on TV and jingoism -- for us it was real life.

We got to experience the horror for ourselves, we were the victims, and yet we're not the ones who want all this. Ever pause to think about what that might mean?