Nine years ago I was eating breakfast in the chow hall when we got word that the first plane had struck the WTC.
I'd been working out that morning with the SF recruiting team on Fort Hood, getting in shape for my October SFAS date.
It has been a long nine years. I didn't earn the Green Beret but I did earn "Airborne Ranger" and one short trip to Iraq. I didn't lose anyone I knew on 9/11, the people I cared about who died later did so from terror attacks in Iraq.
But the truth is, we either fight over there, or they will bring the fight here.