“Good things happened after the bad,” writes Eric Chandler. But 20 years on, there is a painful contrast to the national unity that followed the attacks.
Eric Chandler
Eric “Shmo” Chandler is a husband and father who cross-country skis as fast as he can in Duluth, Minnesota. He flew 145 F-16 combat sorties during seven deployments to the Middle East. He flew more than 3,000 hours in the F-16 during his 24-year career in both the active-duty Air Force and the Minnesota Air National Guard. He retired as a lieutenant colonel in 2013. His writing has appeared in Grey Sparrow Journal, The Talking Stick, Great Lakes Review, Sleet Magazine, O-Dark-Thirty, Aqueous Magazine, and Northern Wilds. He’s a member of Lake Superior Writers and an Associate Member of the Military Writers Guild. Visit ericchandler.wordpress.com to read his published fiction, non-fiction, books, and poetry.
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The Day I Held My Fire
Eric Chandler vividly remembers dropping bombs and spraying bullets on the brown mountains of Afghanistan. The time he didn’t shoot haunts him the most.
