Alva Review-Courier -

Cleo and I were there the day after the bombing to travel on a plane to California for Justin's graduation ceremony from the Marines. No one knew who had done the deed, and initially, much like most people, I believed anybody from the Middle East was a suspect. When we boarded the plane, sure enough there were two men of Middle Eastern decent right across the aisle from us. I told Cleo I wanted to sit in the inside seat closest to the men. I didn't have a clue what I was going to do, but if trouble started, at least one of them would be stopped. As the plane took off, both men settled in for n...