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 I did it to serve Six months after 9/11 March 13, 2002 The Iranian  Endless pain captured in a framedigested and shelved just by virtue of being repeated. Ash covered face of a city that does not know how to weep. Numb faces and searching eyes seeking an answer in someone else's language. Nothing makes me cry like the tears of men willing to die. What kind of man moves up into the bosom of a fire not to show that he is a man but to extend a rescuing hand? A God I say with a hint of an Irish accent child of immigrants who believes it when he says: I did it to serve. Like a diamond in a heap of soot the ancient valor of ordinary men shines eternal in this rubble that hate made. You ask me what about the men who killed themselves in a cry of anger so loud it brought cities down? They too were brave. But theirs was the expected bravery of the holy driven.  The stuff of angry men.Not the noble instinct of A new father whose only dream was to pay off his mortgage. And who reminded us all that willingness to die comes in different colors.
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