Ten years ago I took these photos from the roof of my apartment building in SoHo:
My neighbor and friend Pete, who had just woken up and who I ran into in the stairwell in his boxers as we were all heading to the roof to see what was going on:
Today, I took these photos from a Blackhawk flying through Paktika province, Afghanistan – near the border with Pakistan.
I’m at FOB Ghazni, and I’ve realized 9/11 does not mean the same thing to the Polish as it does to the Americans. To Americans it only means one searing thing. When I ask a Polish soldier where he was on 9/11, he’ll pause for a moment and say, “You mean 2001?” The Americans don’t need clarification.
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