I served in The United States Army for ten years as Paratrooper. From 2001- 2011. These attacks where the reason I enlisted. Wrong or right that was my reason. I watched those buildings come down on TV like most of us, and felt I HAD to do something. After more tours then I like to admit to. I'm home. It almost seems like a dream sometimes. A haze of blood, whizzing rounds, and bad food. It's seems like I'm waking up from a dream state. Sometimes I find myself standing in line at 7-11 and snapping back to reality out of the fog thinking " how the fuck did I get here?! Why do I have these scars? Where is my wedding ring?" Sometimes I'm scarred, or confused and I'm not sure why? I entered that dream state when those towers fell. You where there. You lived it. That moment That moment was the moment I decided I would die for my country. I would love to see your perspective of the WTC attacks. I don't watch much of that kind of stuff, but I would be grateful if you shared your video. A new look into that moment. My moment. Shared by many. It may be important to someone. I feel I'm rambling. So I will cut this off.