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Eleven months before the attack the wife and I were on an anniversary trip visiting Manhattan in October for the first time. We were walking around early on a Sunday morning after breakfast and walked up on a downtown fire station that was having an open house. Nobody else was around and there were three firefighters standing outside that stopped us to talk. They were interested in where we were from and invited us in for a tour. When the towers fell I instantly thought about those three guys and wondered their fate.
Awful awful day.
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