My fathers cousin was niftar in cali over the weekend. My great uncle, his step-sons as well as my grand mother and aunt, all went on the 11th, but for some reason had all taken different planes. My great uncle was on flight 93. I remember my father, a former IDF member not being able to watch the TV and just paced the house until news came if my family was alive. In my minds eye I can see my uncle fighting with the rest of the heros who caused the plane to crash in a field.
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