I boarded the train as I did everyday. 7:30 a.m. Northbound on the J from Gates Avenue to Canal Street. The train limped along its tracks ultimately stopping short of the Manhattan Bridge.
The voice came over the loudspeaker warning us that do to some "unidentified activity" we were going to have to stop until the line was cleared.
We all sat there nervously flicking through our dailies, playing Solitaire on our phones and using feigned conversation to mask our nervousness.
I thought back to 9/11 when the trains stopped moving and we were held across the water suspended on the elevated tracks just in time to see our city being burned down building by building.
And at that moment I realized that even in places of relative peace, we live in a time of war.
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