Flight 121 to LaGuardia
It was flight 121 thirty minutes out from landing at LaGuardia after the sweet smiling stewardess, Jennifer, handed me another Bloody Mary when the relaxing day fight turned to chaos. Two days after my son’s birth. It was an ugly scene but the only blood spilled on that flight was that of the terrorists. Now I sit in a small grey room with a CIA agent, two FBI agents and an NYPD officer asking me questions about how a civilian like me killed two terrorists with my bare hands.