It happened when we had almost stopped thinking it could.
We had come to believe we were safe, that terrorist attacks of this sort were a relic of our unprepared past, something that wouldn’t happen again.
And then it did. Explosions. Smoke rising. Sirens screaming. Ambulances racing. State Police SWAT vehicles lumbering around the streets. National Guard troops on the Common.
Raymond Kwan, 60, a chemical engineer from Houston, had finished the marathon just minutes before and was a block away when the explosions came.
“I finished a little bit faster than I thought,” he told me. He counts himself doubly lucky that he did. “My wife was across from the explosion,” he said. “Once I passed her, she left the area.”
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