Certainly a day that will be engraved in my mind till the day I drop. It's really hard to put into words. Such horrific tragedy yet so many heroes. Watching those people jump out of the windows just ripped a hole right through my heart. Then watching those buildings fall I just couldn't believe my eyes , I couldn't stop crying. I kept thinking I was watching a bad movie, but it was real. The heroes that day were the FDNY. I mean these guys were running UP the stairs when people were running down. Trying to save lives at the expense of their own. That's the definition of hero.
Everytime I look at the NY skyline , basically everyday, I look where the WTC used to be , kinda picturing where the towers once stood. Like they're still there. For a lifetime New Yorker , it's still so weird not seeing them there. A constant reminder.
Many thanks for all the prayers recieved from around the world, they all help.
WE SHALL NEVER FORGET
I can echo a lot of what Keith said here.
I wasn't here at the time. I was in Arizona with the Army. I was part of a change of command ceremony at my base in Arizona and we were getting info from texts that guys were receiving. At first it was stories about a Cessna hitting a tower, but when the second one happened we knew it was all fu**ed. After the ceremony we were bussed back to the barracks and we were SMOKED on the way in. It was clear that nothing was right and when we were all assembled in the common room we saw the first tower go down. Totally f**king surreal like the best graphics I'd ever seen in a movie. My vision went white and my ears were ringng. This was my home! I knew these buildings well. I wandered down the hall and nearly broke my hand in the laundry room. I tried to get in touch with my wife who was back in NYC not even two weeks and was supposed to be going to an interview in the city which would take her by the towers. I was sick with worry and more so because I couldn't reach her.
I remember when I drove home a month and a half later and I was coming over a hill in New Jersey (on I 280) and it was my first clear view of manhattan. It was 2am or so and I was bawling at the wheel of that truck.
The WTC was the compass. It's still an empty skyline. I'm still lost without it. I'm not a big flag-waver and I'm not Joe Kill'em All, but even for us older NYers the skyline will never be right until the day we die - Freedom Tower or not.
There's still so much injustice surrounding this event, whether it be this asshole terry Jones, the proposed mosque (which I support), the criminal war that followed the justifiable war or insurance/health rights for first responders. An event as great as this will necessarily be rife with controversy. Mankind's evil knows no bounds but thankfully we're also capable of great empathy. thank you to all our brothers and sisters overseas. Unfortunately these wounds are still fresh, though I'm close to the wound so I don't know how it is for those outside the attack areas.