About 8:50am a colleague walked in and asked me if I heard a loud boom....I immediately went to Freerepublic...
Once I understood it was a plane....I believed it was an act of terrorism....after the second.......hell descended upon Manhattan...
Spent most of the day on the street watching the towers burn, seeing the victims come uptown, and wondering how I was going to get home...the city was in lock down with the police, fire fighters, and eventually the military taking to the streets....it was eerie, no cars...just people crying and sirens blasting through the caverns of Manhatan....
Walked to Penn Station sometime in the late afternoon....was lucky....was able to catch a train out....many on my car were covered in ash...some were injured....not a word was spoken....just an occasional sob or tear...was not allowed back at work for a couple of days....when I did return the smell of death was in the air for weeks thereafter...the crumpled remains of many fire and police vehicles were left in the streets in front of their respective Precincts and Firehouses as memorials to the fallen....we all scratched our thanks and prayers in the soot that covered them...
I will never forget....never....we did not ask for this war....but we must finish it...on our terms....
