I remember where I was sixteen years ago on this day.
   And I bet you know where you were as well. We all have a story to share and today many of us will tell others what we were doing on a Tuesday morning.
   Two generations ago President Franklin Delano Roosevelt declared December 7, 1941 “A date which will live in infamy.” For most of us September 11, 2001 will always hold a similar significance.

​PART II - The Anguish
Black Site – Mediterranean Sea
 
At 2AM (GMT+2) the G650 touched down on the remote island of Linosa.
Only a speck of an island, Linosa’s location between Sicily and Tunisia in the middle of the Mediterranean made for a short flight for the team. The fact that it was isolated, sparsely populated, and only slightly developed made it the perfect location for a secret facility that technically didn’t exist.
In 2002 several hundred acres of the northwest portion of island were leased by an international conglomerate directly from the Italian government. The secretive lease agreement stipulated an exorbitant amount of money be paid each year to keep the Italian government from asking any questions about the use of the land. Each year the funds arrived and Rome acted like a part of Linosa didn’t exist.

​The Greatest Experiment
 
     We celebrate our Independence Day every July 4th. But here’s a little bit of history for you. We actually adopted the Declaration of Independence on July 2nd. Then for two days, the founding fathers debated over the wording of the document and finally came to an agreement on July 4th.  It wasn’t until August 2, 1776 the Declaration was signed. A few signed it after that and even others would not sign what became our most sacred document.

​PART I - The Snatch
Vienna, Austria
 
A slight breeze passed through the square. It felt refreshing on the abnormally warm spring day.
Across from the café stood St. Stephens Cathedral. The towering Gothic structure with its multi-colored roof made for a magnificent backdrop.
Troy Evans stared at the church. His mind wandered for the briefest of moments.  Architecture intrigued him, especially historic buildings. After a few seconds, he looked down at his watch. He still had a few minutes.
It was late afternoon and the Boulevard was busy. People passed by his table constantly. He glanced at them but did his best to not make it obvious.

A True Hero
 

​     Merriam-Webster defines a hero as, Someone admired for achievements or noble qualities. Also, One who shows great courage. Actually, I think they only needed two words to define a true hero, Terry O’Hara. Now, I don’t use that word lightly, but on March 10th 2017 we lost a man whom I believe exemplified what it means to be a hero. Terry O’Hara was a husband, father, son, and brother. Many people called him a friend and even more who never met the man - myself included - considered him an inspiration and a warrior.

​Part X – Go BIG, or Go Home (The Conclusion)
Washington, DC/Tacoma, WA
 
 
He looked down at his watch and silently swore to himself once more. His brother should have called fifteen minutes ago, which meant he was late, and that could only mean something went terribly wrong.
The American’s, he thought, They must have interfered.  A bead of sweat formed on his temple and slowly followed the deep contours of his wrinkles down his bronze colored face towards his square jaw. But is he dead? He wondered. Captured? His mind swam with the possibilities and a fierce anger boiled deep inside and slowly rose to the surface.

​Part IX – Kingdom Come
Babylon, Iraq
 
 
The heat, always the heat. Troy hated the sandbox as he not so affectionately called Iraq. When he stepped off the plane and his feet touched the concrete tarmac the wind, filled with granules of sand, smacked him against the side of the face causing his cheek to sting. He took it as Iraq’s way of saying screw you to him one more time.  Dammit, he thought, I’m back again. Curiously, his mind wandered back to Drexel where he grew up. The harsh climate of Iraq made him miss the quaint town and long for the days of his youth. Quickly he pushed those thoughts aside and walked with purpose a step behind the Colonel.

PART VIII – Loose Ends
32,000 feet
  
Troy climbed the stairs of the G450 but his feet felt like lead as multiple days without solid sleep started to take its toll. Standing at the top of the stairs Harry blocked the entrance into the sleek jet.
“Move it squirt,” barked Troy with a playful grin plastered on his face as he gave his medical sergeant a forceful shove with his carry-on bag.
Harry stumbled a little and turned around, “Sorry Cap, Sarge is yapping his trap and jamming the aisle.”
“I heard that,” hollered Terrance from inside the plane, “Don’t make me hurt you, boy.”

​     For me this year Christmas is a season of hope. You may ask, isn’t it always about hope? Not necessarily. The season can take on various meanings to us based on what happened during that year. Some years we may feel immense joy and express rejoicing as Christmas approaches. While other years are filled with unspeakable sadness and Christmas dredges up memories that lead to more pain. Other years are just “blah,” nothing too bad happened but nothing special either. I try to be an upbeat person but I’ve experienced various feelings and emotions around Christmas, not every year is festive.

​PART VII – Collision Course
Ghana
 
 
“Where are you?” inquired Sarge.
“Three minutes out,” responded the Colonel who answered on the first ring. “Did they make it out?”
“All hell just broke loose …” he replied followed by a long pause.
“And?”
“And, what do you think? It’s Cap we’re talking about here…”