Once on the ground, I saw Jimmy Jensen among those who came out of the helicopter. He headed towards us at the comms shack. “Hey, Jimmy,” I said. “This must be the day you have room for us.” “You can keep dreaming, Doc,” Jimmy replied. “I’m just a passenger this time. This ship is going…
On the corner of the tarmac sat a beautiful, freshly painted Jet Falcon. It was purple, orange, and white. The name on the plane read “Federal Express.” I couldn’t help gazing at the name and odd colors painted on the fuselage. As I climbed out of my fuel truck, I noticed someone’s legs moving around…
We approached the Wall together, all of us strangers before that day and becoming fast friends. Carlos had introduced himself to them not long before we ran into each other. We split up one by one to search for the names of guys we had known. While we were there, I overheard a group of…