At first I, like many others, thought a small plane had crashed into the first tower. Maybe it's a sad accident, the plane had trouble or something happened to the pilot.
I watched, horrified, as the second plane hit, now it was clear this was an attack. As the morning went on it just kept getting worse. The Pentagon, the crash in Pennsylvania, watching the towers fall...
The rest of the day was spent on the phone, updating friends & family at work. They had no access to TV or radio, this was long before iPhones, so my calls kept them informed. I had only horrible sad news to report.
The days and nights after this I watched the steel workers, police & firefighters, rescue dogs..all hoping to save someone, anyone. The sound of the firefighters alert whistles in the background, that sound is something I will never forget. The people on the streets, crying and clutching pictures of loved ones, begging for help to find them...
Heartbreaking
Heartbreaking