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We slept a lot of that time. It just seemed like the thing to do. Resting for something maybe, though I’m not sure what. Launched somewhere between yesterday’s forgetting and tomorrow’s possibility, I think that’s why we slept. He left for the army that next week, something he felt he should do. His dad was a general there, his brother too. After watching the towers go down outside his dorm window, taking along some of the people he knew with them, how could he not join. My own parents actually watched the third plane crash into the Pentagon on their way there to visit my Cousin Freddy. Rather than stop, however, they kept driving, drove the local rental car all the way to Georgia.