I climbed taciturn into the night, intent on conquering the historical Brooklyn Bridge with the 9/11 tribute lights. Around me, tourists swarmed the walkway and police sat looking on, posted on every corner of the bridge. I was invisible, passing from one world to another as I reached the top. I sat in silence, thinking about my time in the Army, my friends I lost, all this war was, and what it actually meant. With police boats, tourists, and officers all around I moved quickly, creating a one-of-a-kind historical piece of art; one closest to my heart and deepest innermost struggles.