In the heart of the quiet gym, as I ran on the treadmill, oblivious to the world changing outside, I couldn't have imagined that the news of an airplane hitting the Twin Towers would catapult us from relentless training into the grim reality of war.
Even in the elite world of Delta, a rogue gust of wind or a blink of hesitation can turn a routine jump into a dance with fate, and I've got the scars and stories to prove it.