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I sat helplessly in my living room on that day, watching as the events unfolded in front of me. I remember feeling like I should jump on a plane and go help. Logically, of course, I’d have done more harm than good. I wasn’t trained: I was a civilian. I vividly remember the anger and rage as I saw the World Trade Center fall. On that day—in that moment—I decided to become a soldier.

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