Where was I? At home, a day off work. A perfect late summer day, blue skies, warm breezes... and me, 19, huddled in the LayZBoy glued to the news. I had the awkward timing of turning on the TV at the 2nd tower hit. I was mostly numb all day, not knowing what to think or do or say. The thing that broke me was later that night, checking email and seeing one sentence from Jon, who had joined the Marines the year previous: "looks like im going to war"