I saw something that day. Working Super Max in a Maxium Security Institution. The boys that couldn't behave in Max security. Badest of the Bad. Always hearing from them how screwed up our system is. Waited to her them cheering for the terrorists that morning. These misfits were 99 per cent cursing the terrorists right along with us and talking what we should respond with. There were a couple of screwballs that wanted to cheer the terrorists but they shut up very quickly when those hardened criminals responded. Left them no doubt what would happen if they didn't shut up. Convicts and I smiled at each other a few times that day. We were togather. I remember one statement from a convict to one of the ones that had started to cheer the terrorists. "Hey the Sgt. is a Vet why don'tyou talk that Sh** to him. We ain't seeing nothing. You fell down the stairs!!" Not one of those wanted out of their cells for anything that day. Didn't want to shower, didn't want to go to the rec yard. Didn't attempt to cheer any more and showed up with some strange bruises the next few weeks.