Tweet of the Day: Shades of Errol Flynn- Chapter Five
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Dulles International Airport, Chantilly, VA, July 27th 8:00 a.m.
Martha Jean Washington worked with latex gloves and a smile. It was the only way she could spend eight hours groping an endless parade of travelers, at least those who chose not to be virtually stripped naked by the x-ray machine. She didn’t blame them, but it didn’t make her job any easier. At least she worked with an AC unlike her husband who had to patrol the streets of the capitol in the sweltering summer heat.
Today was no different. A long line of passengers waited to be patted down.
Just another day at the office.
A man in his mid forties stepped in front of her, “Please unzip your jacket and lift your arms, sir.”
He did as instructed. His eyes stared at the distant, empty. He whispered, “I’m sorry.”
“What was that, Sir?” she asked as the man unzipped his jacket. Underneath he wore a vest filled with small bricks of plastic explosive, with wires than ran down his right arm. “Oh my Go–”
The explosion cut Martha’s life short. She became one of 35 casualties of the 7/27 attack on Dulles Airport.
She became a statistic.
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