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Colonel Creighton continued to tell his complicated story from the distant past. Sometimes he fell silent as bitter emotions surged and he closed his eyes as if in pain. His daughter Cindy listened to her father without saying anything. She would sigh heavily and, unable to control herself, frequently shed a tear. The overcast weather on the Atlantic coast that day matched the mood. Outside the glass façade of the terminal it was raining, the drops falling on the windows all evening long as if nature was sympathizing with Colonel Creighton and was struck with the same grief. Life at JFK went on as usual, though, notwithstanding the inclement weather of that late August. Planes took off and landed as they should, and the airport functioned without a hitch.
Crowds of passengers kept mov
