Very intense, very vivid. I've been to the WTC so many times over the years for both business and pleasure, and as I read Mr. Clark's first hand account of the events that unfolded during the morning hours on 09.11.01, I was able to visualize and retrace vitually every step that he took upon exiting the north side of the south tower near the "half price ticket booth." But try as I may, I will never be able to accurately imagine the fear and panic, pain and suffering, sounds and smells, and injuries and deaths that resulted from that horrific event. There were so many true heros that day, from our public servants in uniform, to the private citizens who risked their lives to lead others to safety, to the people of lower Manhattan who gave water, food, shelter, and comfort to those escaping from the collapsing structures. ("True heros" as opposed to Hollywood wackos or overpaid sports stars who are often called "heros" for saving a tree or hitting a game winning home-run.) I want to cry whenever I think about 09.11.01 and the people who perished and those who survived. I need to cry. We all do. I'll never forget.
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