The Derailment of the Sunset Limited

A Passenger’s Account of the 1995 Attack Against An American Train

Over the years, some of you may have heard me talk about my personal encounter with terrorism, and some of you may even have purchased this long form essay about it on Amazon. I still plan to release an audio book version of this account for those who might like to have it, but for a short time I’m offering this here as an additional perk to my paid members. Given the subject matter I won’t suggest that you ‘enjoy’ this, but I hope at the very least maybe this will give you more insights into an event that had a profound effect in shaping who I am.

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PROLOGUE

Today, when most people think of terrorism in America, their first thought is inevitably of the destruction of the twin towers. They think of the billowing smoke cloud, and the blackened girders, and the nearly non-stop coverage of Ground Zero. No one even needs mention a date because those three numbers have been incised so indelibly upon our collective consciousness. For me, however, 9/11 was only the culminating third chapter in a terrorism story that had begun six years earlier. 1995 was the year that the terrorists came for me, and those I love.

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