Mightier than the sword
By Bruce Wallace and Mark Wallace First Published:July 31 2004
On September 11
2001, my nephew Mitch Wallace, a Supreme Court Officer attached to
a Manhattan fire company, was
taking wounded people out of the subway station beneath the World Trade Center When the South Tower collapsed. Two days later my brother and I took our place in the incredibly
long line of people outside an armory in Manhattan where they were collating the lists of all the injured. Mitch's name wasn't on
any of the lists. Months later, they found his badge and his gun. It was all
that was ever recovered. He was 34. Mitch's death brought
our family a lot of grief, a lot of anger, and a lot of frustration. Part of my frustration was wondering what I could do. Mitch was a very peaceful
person: he hated violence. He loved helping people. So when we went to war in Iraq,
I was totally confused.
Iraq seemed to have nothing to do with Mitch. Then I found that there was something I could do that might
help bring about a more peaceful tomorrow.