His was an ordinary tale of a rambunctious boy, raised in a Chicago suburb, immersed in sports and the love and rivalry of an identical twin, Bobby. Then adulthood and work became routine, and in that carefree summer of 2001, Bryan Anderson joined the Army.He was inducted on Sept. 11. The boy who had not yet turned 20 spent seven hours in a bus full of strangers headed to basic training on that day that changed America. His nation's challenge had become his story. He was scared and confused, but also proud when the mood of the young men and women on that dark bus evolved into defiance.
Four years later, Anderson was on his back on a Baghdad sidewalk, both legs and his left hand blown off when the truck he was driving was hit by an improvised explosive device. Frantic buddies saved his life. "My mom's going to kill me," he remembers thinking. read more>>>
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