Pete Martin was a captain on NYFD rescue team that lost their lives on 9/11...he wqas also a friend of m ine...he had gotten a Model 71 Winchester, as Jim Taylor and I had....and we exchanged anecdotes and recipes...one fine young man....Blessings..

Skipping the "holiday party", I snuck away from work and went to the service/mass. On route to the cemetary it started to downpour. Visibility was only a couple car lengths and I go stuck at a red light. Separated from the precession, I had no way to know where I was going. I ended up going back to work.

It was a very weird feeling. Kind of "lost" , even though I knew where I was. It was a very incomplete feeling though, like I was cheated yet again. It still bothers me to this day and I guess in a weird way it was perfect. It summed up the whole situation.

Seems like only yesterday though, not 12 years ago. My recollections of that day are more vivid than of 9/11 itself. Maybe because of sensory overload, everything that day is kind of a blur, fragmented bits and pieces.

I was thinking of Pete and hs family last night while watching TV special on the Twin Towers. Never met him but he was part of this community family.

recent memorial /fundraiser banquet for our 19 Hotshots...yeah like yesterday.

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Of the Troops & For the Troops

I remember watching one of the programs last year and they had shown his name being cut into the metal of the memorial, and they had his widow and children there to watch the operation.

http://home.comcast.net/~johnk454/pics/pete.html

You never knwo when your number will called.
Mark

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I think I will go put a few rounds through this one this weekend in his memory....