The 9/11 Wars: A Survivor

Last month, on a Tuesday in the second week of our vacation in New Hampshire, we had gone out for a walk and sightseeing in the picturesque lake town of Meredith.  On the edge of its main thoroughfare, we waited at a crosswalk that would take us to Town Docks where tourists regularly line up for great lobster rolls.



The undaunted courage of our American soldiers

 returning home manifests itself as much on an ordinary

 sidewalk, as it did in foreign fields of fire.

Cars had stopped to let us by, and one of them was honking for us to get on with it, but I was too preoccupied with observing the young man and woman walking away from us.  I would have only a moment to snap a telephoto shot of the American hero which you see in the accompanying image. 

I don’t know which of our three wars he fought in.  Nor do I know how many tours of duty he may have served on behalf of America.  But it seemed from his age and injury that it must have been Iraq, Afghanistan or Pakistan.  Which one of those military theaters of operation was the cause of his missing limb, I wondered?