MINOT, N.D. — I was 21 years old and working for my father when the planes flew into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon.
We watched in the little coffee-and-toner scented kitchen in our office.
It was the first time I’d seen my father, a Vietnam combat veteran and retired cop, look scared.
We watched the horrors unfold. Our workday was done. The only calls we received were from friends and family who, like us, were aghast.