From Baghdad Burning
September 11Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ he sat there, reading the paper. As he reached out for the cup in front of him for a sip of tea, he could vaguely hear the sound of an airplane overhead. It was a bright, fresh day and there was much he had to doÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ but the world suddenly went black- a colossal explosion and then crushed bones under the weight of concrete and ironÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ screams rose up around himÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ men, women and childrenÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ shards of glass sought out tender, unprotected skin Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ he thought of his family and tried to rise, but something inside of him was brokenÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ there was a rising heat and the pungent smell of burning flesh mingled sickeningly with the smoke and the dustÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ and suddenly it was blackness.
9/11/01? New York? World Trade Center?
9/11/04. Falloojeh. An Iraqi home.