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The following is a firsthand account of the September 11, 2001 attack on New York's World Trade Center and the weeks that followed, written from personal experience. Tuesday, September 11, 2001 My most vivid recollection of that morning was the clarity of the light. It was a bright, cloudless day, and the sky was intensely blue. I was on my way to visit my ailing mother in London. I bade goodbye to Bryce in our Manhattan apartment, before catching a taxi to JFK airport. Amer

Preface Few outsiders can claim to have witnessed the start of a headhunting raid. This was my own experience over the course of a single day in April 1970. What follows is taken from the journal I kept at the time, which I only recently reread, 56 years later. I was leading an expedition, sponsored by National Geographic, to the Asmat region of West Papua, the Indonesian-controlled western half of the island of New Guinea. Accompanying me were my first wife, Barbara, Clemens