It was the day I never forgot, the day we took down the suicide bomber. Unfortunately we could only save the people that didn’t want to die. The suicide bomber knew he lost his game. So he decided to end his life that day. I remember going into that hotel in New York City and seeing four dead bodies lying on the floor. I knew where that dreadful, sad and vicious man was. He was on the 74th floor. We had to get up there before anyone else got injured. When we got up to the 74th floor, we found him just like that. But he was near the biggest open window in the hotel. He didn’t shoot, he jumped….