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Wednesday, 12 September, 2001, 16:18 GMT 17:18 UK
US under attack: Your eyewitness accounts
Thousands are feared dead after a series of devastating attacks targeting the USA's financial and military centres in New York and Washington
Were you near the scenes of these attacks? Send us your eyewitness accounts. We'll be discussing the implications of the terrorist attacks in the USA, this Sunday at 1400 GMT on Talking Point ON AIR, the phone-in programme of BBC World Service and BBC News Online. If you would like to take part, please include your phone number with your comments. Click here to read more of your eyewitness reports Click here to read your reactions to the attacks
This morning, I was really weary because I needed to get to school when I heard a loud bang. It sounded like thunder crashing but then when I looked at the sky, it was bright blue with great puffy gray clouds. I was also watching television when suddenly all the channels were wiped out. Only channels I could see was just channel 2. I went out to quickly go to school. When I was near my school, so many people were running at my side when I suddenly saw the twin towers causing tons of smoke to sink in the sky. I was horrified by the scene. I quickly went home just in case another plane was going to crash right on me!
Liliana Davalos, NYC, USA I just got in from London late Monday night on UA 979 after completing my studies at City University Business School. I was planning on leaving for Nashville on Wednesday to help a friend with a business plan. In
preparation for my trip I decided to get an early start shopping in Lower
Manhattan. I was approaching West Street at 08:45 and was a lump of jelly with the first blast. It was just too terrible what followed too terrible.
Tom Tromans, Telford, Shropshire After the morning's events yesterday I thought I had almost seen it all. I was in a windowless sealed server room lab at the core of the 8th floor, and in all the din of the machines all I felt were a couple judders. No fire alarms, no alarms of any kind (6 months ago there had been a fire on the escalators and no alarms then either). Since construction was going on and large bangs were common and I worked on. When I stepped out, the floor was empty (it was by now somewhere after 9am). I went to the lifts and they were not working, my heart started to race as I found the fire escape... it was filled with smoke and panicked people still trying to get out. Joining them we eventually made it into the atrium and onto the street outside.
Pierre Gentin, New York, NY This is my niece Nora's story - Her normal stop on the subway is the World Trade Center. When she came up to street level there was a group of people
stopped still at the top of the stairs staring straight up at the first tower explosion. As she came out the second plane hit.
I live in Crystal City (Arlington)Virginia, right next to the Pentagon and drive to school in Washington DC. I had an early morning class yesterday and when I came out of it, there was something wrong. A hushed and nervous bustle on campus and a friend's phone call confirmed to me that the World Trade Center had been hit. I ran to his apartment near campus and watched in horror live on television as the Twin Towers started collapsing. Also on a split screen there was the Pentagon badly damaged and in flames with thick smoke oozing out of it over the DC skyline. For the rest of the day I was literally locked in Washington DC and couldn't go home. When I went home at around 10:30 pm there were military Hummers and armed police on every intersection in downtown DC. The thought of Washington DC being the safest place on earth was shattered by the events of the day.
It was then that we saw the second airliner flying in and crash into what was, minutes earlier, our office building. I cannot explain the sheer terror that held me frozen at that time. It was only the screams and rush of people around me that made me start running to get as far away from the buildings as possible. Even then, we were not safe. As we made our way from downtown, we again heard the screams of people behind us. Looking back we saw a cloud of smoke just unfurl through all the streets of lower Manhattan as the first building collapsed. We continued on our way in a state of disbelief and for some reason, we looked back minutes later at the skyline of Manhattan which looked so incredibly different with just one WTC building standing. It was then that we saw the second WTC building shake slightly before just disintegrating before our eyes. This morning, on the way to work, New York felt a very different city. This city is built on an air of confidence, bravado almost, but that air seemed to have disappeared. New York and it's people seem to have awaken to the fact that they are just as fallible as everyone else.
I am thankful that my wife, my friends and colleagues and I are safe today, but my heart goes out to all those people who have lost someone they know as a result of this atrocity.
M Elskamp, New York, USA I was working at my office on 16th street, and a co-worker walked in and said the WTC was on fire. I thought it was just a minor floor fire, but she insisted I go out and see it. From 17th and Sixth Ave. I could the gaping hole in the side of the building. We still did not know if the plane crashed intentionally or not, and someone in the crowd speculate about the 1946 crash of an army plane into the empire state - an accident. Then, low in the sky, I saw a plane coming, it had two engines on either side of the tail, and even from our vantage the plane looked large. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - I thought for a moment it was a news or rescue plane, silly as that sounds. Then it hit, on the south side (I was looking from the north) and a ball of flames twenty stories high went up. It looked like a "movie" but most everyone in the crowd was aware how many people worked there and a sickening feeling came to my stomach. An icon of our city vanished before my eyes- it would be like watching the houses of parliament or big ben collapse, except there were 10,000 people trapped in them.
This morning, there is still a dust cloud over downtown - last night at sunset, it looked like any other cloud, the quietness in the city this morning was absolutely eerie.
I walked home and I had to cross Times Square to get there. Literally thousands of people were standing still, watching the big screens located there, loaded of news and images. And there was a sense of unreality, surrealism. It was but then it wasn't happening. You were an extra on a Stephen Spielberg movie rolling in Manhattan. People fighting with their cellulars to be able to reach a loved one, some were under a nervous breakdown right in the middle of 7th Avenue, on the ground, a guy walking by my side hitting his head against the walls... Everyone was crying, EVERYONE, even tourists whom you could tell they were not even understanding the words, they were just shocked by the images.
A Universal Mourning Day should have to be today.
I live in Brooklyn NY., but work in Manhattan. Yesterday my boss let me have a day off, because of her family event (funeral). I feel it's been some kind of FAITH that I didn't go to Manhattan in the morning - God knows what could have happened to me. I looked out my window as soon as I heard on TV, what going on. The only thing I could see was a cloud of smoke on a clear sky - I come from Poland so to me it looked like..the smoke from concentration camp during WWII. I was shaking and absolutely panicked. I found a lot of burned pieces of documents on the street - and I thought of the people who were once holding those papers. Right now I'm afraid what is going to happen next. I feel like we are not being fully informed about the situation - what'going on with the hijacked planes - are the 3 of them still missing? We heard of 8 planes in total that were hijacked. I know that right now I can't go back to my country because borders are being closed.
I'm really afraid.
By the time I went to uni this morning, I knew only this: that the NY
office of Aon Reinsurance - for which my Dad works here in Australia -
and several other of its business arms, was somewhere around the 100th
floor of one of the two World Trade Centre Towers. Not knowing which, it
was fairly certain that everyone had been killed, as that was around the
level where both towers were hit by the hijacked planes.
There is good news however. When I got home at 1pm I found out the following:
At opening in Sydney today, there was only a message from the head
office in the US saying that of the 1100 Aon employees situated on the
88th - 103rd floors of World Trade Centre's B Tower, only 150 had so far
been accounted for. As you can imagine, the description of the
atmosphere in the office (my dad's off work this week doing some
redecorating), was that it was rather like a morgue...
All of downtown looks like a Third World Country covered with dirty snow. Apparently all of the cases that are coming to the hospital are all or nothing - scrapes or trauma. They have closed down First Avenue so the ambulances can have easy access to the ER.
I know I am not in the safest city to be in right now, but I am counting my blessings because it just as easily could have been me. For the rest of you please be careful, but do not let this attack make you live in fear. That is what they want and I'll be damned if I am gonna let them have any control over me whatsoever.
A friend of mine was at work on Long Island. A woman who works with him got a call from her husband who works on the top floor of one of the twin towers. He called to say good-bye. He knew he was not going to get out. The woman lost it. My friend from Fountain Hills, Arizona called. She had two cousins on the 102nd floor. They made it out. My entire office made it out. Michele from my office was down getting coffee and saw the second plane hit the building. She ran to the nearest exit and got on the ferry to New Jersey. She made it out safe.
I made it home safe. I was hit with debris but nothing too serious.
I fell and was trampled. My legs are cut up, my back is in severe pain and my feet are ripped up. But I am home and safe.
Thousands of civilians died here in NYC and thousands more are injured. One of the missing is my cousin, maybe dead and buried in the rubble of one of the towers. I do not want diplomacy, I don't want to talk, I do not care about making friends. Find those responsible and torture them in them in the cruellest way.
A few images I recall: shoes on the streets, lost in the rush; people huddled around vans and cars listening to the radio and fighter jets flying over Manhattan.
My partner Calum Forrest works for an investment bank. I am currently job hunting. I worked as a lawyer in the UK and have recently taken the New York Bar exam to qualify as an attorney here. It has been a long and exhausting day mostly spent responding to calls from UK friends and family and checking that my NY friends are all OK. After both towers collapsed, there was a great wave of people that I could see heading north on both 4th Ave and Broadway. Many were stunned and sitting on the pavements around Union Square (14th St). Union Square is normally extremely busy with many people, tourists and many 24 hour shops. Almost all the shops are shut. The banks were closed all day. Now the streets are dark and quiet. The view of the skyline from my apartment has totally changed. The whole of the financial district is dark and there is just darkness where the two huge towers that dominated my view used to be. As I am new to New York, I had not yet tired of the view and only last night was admiring it and thinking how wonderful it was.
I cannot bear to think of the people that jumped or contemplated jumping
before the towers collapsed. It is all still too much to take in. I keep
looking out of the window almost hoping that the towers will reappear. The
whole day has had a dreamlike quality to it and my thoughts are with the
familys whose loved ones are not coming home.
Like the naive onlooker I ran closer to see what I thought was an horrific accident as I saw one of the trade centre buildings burning from the upper floors. Thousands of people stood in disbelief as they saw the pinnacle of American Capitalism burn before their eyes. It was not till I saw more than 6 people jump to their deaths that I knew this was no picture to photograph or to remember. Then I heard a second explosion and the sound and heat was fierce. People looked in awe, which soon turned to panic as the glass and debris rained down. People hiding in doorways or under vehicles, but I just ran amidst the blood stained streets and the chaos. What was unbelievable was that people still stayed to behold the spectacle. Me and my friend jumped on the No. 6 train uptown which probably saved our lives.
This is a true account from an honest Leeds lad that would be happy to be back on home soil.
God bless to those that perished,
I am British and live in New York. I was working in Midtown Manhattan , at 30 Rockefeller Plaza, when the hijacked planes hit the WTC at 8.42 this morning. We evacuated from my work building a couple of hours later. I looked down the street and witnessed the financial hub of America collapse like house of cards. It was a horrific incident, it is cliché but it was truly like something out of "Independence Day". Everyone was in shock! It was either hysterically noisy in Manhattan or this quiet surreal atmosphere. I got on a train to Long Island around 5 pm and 4 guys who worked in the World Trade Center were travelling with me. One had gone for breakfast at 8.30am, 12 minutes before this first plane crashed, the other had decided to come into work late. He used to reside on the 77th floor and believed his whole office staff are dead. People I know work in the building, the hope is they are finding victims out of the thousands trapped, who are alive. I pray for their families.
I work a block from the World Trade Centre. When I exited off the train about 8:55 AM I saw chaos in the street with crowds of people across from where I come out from the under ground. I looked up and saw black smoke with paper in the sky. I crossed and asked a pedestrian what happened. They replied a plane crashed into one of the towers. As I proceeded south to my place of work I saw flames from the north tower. As I walked further south I saw the hole in the north side of the tower where the plane hit. At first I believed it was an accident I went into my building and when I reached my floor of work there was another explosion. I had no idea that another plane hit the other tower. Eventually the building was evacuated and I travelled 3 blocks from the towers. On my travels there was debris a block away and an engine from the plane was on the corner. A person was on the side of the road cut from debris and being attended to. On the following corner about 3 or 4 blocks from the World Trade Centre I saw a person jump from just below the fire line on the north tower. I then waited in line to make a phone call, but the lines were jammed I tried several times and made it through. After the phone call I went back to the corner when the south tower collapsed. It sounded like an earthquake rumble (NOT an explosion as reported by the media) as I and other people ran to get away from the smoke and ash that travelled from the collapse. I made it about 15 to 20 blocks away as the second tower collapsed. I asked police officers If I could get across the bridge the response was, "All bridges are closed you must travel North" Eventually I travelled across a bridge and made it to my final destination around 2:30 in the afternoon. I am very horrified and distraught on what happened. I must praise all the New York citizens for pulling together and helping each other out in this crisis and I pray for all of the people that lost their lives.
Dan Greenwald, New York, USA I was on a subway that got into
WTC at 9am, down in the WTC concourse nobody really knew what was going on upstairs but then gates went down between the concourse and the main shopping area and we were locked in so we all had to exit wherever we
could and when we got outside the 2nd plane crashed right over our heads with debris falling everywhere...it was chaos...I started running and luckily didn't get hurt...
I was driving west on the Long Island Expressway toward Manhattan. By Flushing, I could see both towers burning off in the distance. Twenty minutes later, I pulled over by Maurice Avenue and walked onto a footbridge over the Expressway, where I had a clear view of the entire Manhattan skyline. I could see only one tower standing at this point, surrounded by an immense cloud of black smoke. I've never seen anything like this. It's a sight I'll never forget.
Hours later, while walking through downtown Brooklyn, I picked up a charred piece of paper lying on the sidewalk. It appeared to have the markings of an insurance company. Then I realised it had blown in from what was the World Trade Center, about three miles away.
I was just leaving my apartment when my neighbour stopped me and said "Have you heard about the WTC? It's been hit by a plane. You can watch it from the roof". I went upstairs and I saw that surreal image: a hole spanning for five floors in the centre top of Tower 1, and a huge cloud of black smoke. I live in the East Village, and the view from there was perfect. I went back to get my camera. When I was back in the roof I saw just before my eyes the explosion on Tower 2. I didn't see the plane, nor did any of the other guys on the roof. We speculated for a few minutes. The only thing we could imagine was on of the wings of the first plane hitting the other tower and provoking the explosion, but that was very unlikely. Finally one of the people on the roof said: "The radio is saying that there was a second plane." We suddenly got scared, and I could see tears on the eyes of my neighbour: his friend worked at the WTC. You can see original footage at http://www.cruzate.org/nyhell/
Debris and ashes were falling everywhere as well as burning pieces of rubble. I got out of the station and ran, praying the debris wouldn't hit me. I got far enough away to stop and look back at the burning building. It was a horrific site. People were jumping from the top floors, smoke was billowing into the air....it was like something Hollywood would produce...it was unreal. And then another plane thundered above the city, turned abruptly and collided with Tower 2. The amount of debris and smoke and fire generated by that explosion were unbelievable. People were running for their lives.
About 40 minutes later, standing by the Brooklyn Bridge, I felt the crowd surge toward the bridge screaming, "Dear God, it's falling down!". Smoke and ashes just enveloped the bridge completely and it was hard to see two feet in front of you. When I got into Brooklyn and looked back, the second tower had already fallen down and there was just such an emptiness in Manhattan and such panic, it was nerveracking. There was a massive evacuation of the city and as far as the eye could see, masses of people were making their way either uptown or out of the city by the bridges. Unfortunately, the actual devastation and aftermath to come, will be more terrible than this country has ever experienced.
I live in SoHo/Greenwich Village and have a clear view of the towers from my street. I walked out to the street about three minutes after the second plane hit. At that time, people hadn't really spilled out onto the streets, and those walking around were just frozen. Watching the buildings burn was incredibly surreal, and watching the towers collapse was haunting. I made the long walk to a news organisation where I work in midtown: on the way the images were very odd and frightening: long lines at pay phones, ashen businessmen calling wives, crowds gathering at churches, hundreds of doctors waiting outside the hospitals, ambulances covered in plaster rushing uptown, people explaining their near misses to strangers.
The chaos as the towers burned was terrible... with reports filtering in of attacks in other locations around the city. There was no sense of when it would stop and when we could begin to get our heads around the events. Already though, you can sense a great resolve to heal this city. People are still in shock, but New Yorkers are very proud of their city.
I am a British citizen and have lived in the Washington DC area for almost five years. My apartment is about half a mile from the Pentagon. Today, many of us in this area have walked around in a complete daze, unable to focus on anything other than the compelling news broadcasts, and checking up on friends and work colleagues. In this building, we have regularly walked up to the 17th floor roof area to gaze disbelievingly over at the shattered west side of the Pentagon - up until now the most potent - and seemingly impregnable - symbol of US military power. It will be so again, but right now it is a grievously wounded symbol. The fire has burnt all day and the smell in the air even late at night is overwhelming and unbelievably oppressive. There is a gaping hole about midway along the west side of the building and the helipad adjacent to this area is still full of emergency vehicles and staff, over 12 hours after this act of sheer evil. It is now almost 11.30 pm and we are just getting news that at least 800 people have been killed or injured in the Pentagon. I can't settle to sleep. I feel totally helpless and futile. Some of us have answered the national call for blood supplies today, but giving a pint of blood doesn't really make one feel any more useful, effective or calm. My heart grieves for all my American friends and colleagues - and for unknown neighbours in this building, some of whom may not have made it home tonight, or ever will. Many Pentagon workers live in this apartment complex. I dread to think about the final consequence here.
We awoke this morning to one of those beautiful late summer days in the Washington DC area. These are days much appreciated and savoured as the sweltering heat of summer subsides. It really felt at 8.00 a.m. like one of those "good to be alive" mornings. What a total irony. I didn't turn on the TV or radio as I prepared to go to work. So once I headed out of the building, I still hadn't heard about !
New York. As I walked out to the front concourse, I heard a plane screaming overhead at what seemed like full throttle, very low. Then came the impact which shuddered the whole building. I immediately thought "air crash". Ten minutes later I found out that something truly evil has threatened America today.
I'm an English engineer working and living in Greenwich Village, Manhattan. At 8.45am I heard what sounded like an incredibly loud motorcycle roaring past my apartment. There wasn't the jet noise you'd usually expect. There was enough noise to make me look out of my apartment window to see what was going on. Looking directly south I could clearly see a huge dark 'hole' about three quarters of the way up WTC1. There was some smoke but not a great deal at that time. I grabbed my camcorder and starting filming out of the window. Five minutes later I was on the roof filming and taking pictures as fast as I could. Then came the explosion in WTC2. I was speaking with UK relatives by phone when WTC2 collapsed. I just kept filming as best as I could. The film's probably useless because I was shaking so much. People walking outside were like they weren't even aware what was happening. There weren't crowds of bystanders just tourists being very typical tourists. Made me think I was dreaming the whole thing up. WTC1 (the one with the large antenna) collapsed while I was taking stills. I could see an F16 jet high above downtown Manhattan.
It still hasn't sunk in what's happened. Where there were tall buildings there is now just sky. Downtown Manhattan will be out of action for many months to come I'm sure.
I was working in a congressional office in Washington D.C when someone came in and told us to switch on the television. We saw the crater in the building and then lots of sirens started in Washington and people started to panic about terrorism. Then the second tower got hit and people were very panicky, especially as the phones went dead just after that. We first heard there was a fire at the Pentagon and then there was a really low flying aircraft outside our window that nearly knocked out all the glass. It seemed to be heading straight for congress.
We headed for the nearest Metro station which was chaotic and we couldn't even get off the trains at all the stations. I ended up just riding the subway for about an hour, and every time the trains came above ground people rushed towards the back of the carriages to see what they could see. There was lots of smoke from the Pentagon, and people said the Lincoln memorial was threatened and the state department was blown up.
People were crying on the trains who had been nearer where it had happened and everyone was frantically trying to get a mobile signal to call home. There were apparently fights over payphones and very few were working anyway.
I was riding my BMX outside 1WTC (the first to get hit, when the first plane hit. I looked up and saw a huge fireball and some falling debris. I was lucky I had my bmx, I rode a good 3 or 4 blocks before I looked back to see the horror and people were just starting to evacuate the building.
I live close to the World Trade Center. I usually wake up late but I was awakened by a friend who came buzzing at my apartment at around 10 AM. She works at a building next to the WTC. I let her in and she said in a scared tone of voice that the WTC towers had been completely destroyed. I was completely shocked and was worried about the other people I knew who could be in danger. Two more friends arrived luckily safe and sound. One of them lost her shoes during a stampede. She said that many were trampled, including a child that she was about to help but was pushed away further by the panicking crowd. She walked without shoes and her feet were badly hurt.
Elizabeth Nourse, USA
I was at my desk when I looked up and saw the air filled with paper, then the smoke from WTC, then the flames. My colleagues and I looked on helplessly from our building, wondering how the people could escape. We were on the 39th floor of a building about half a mile away. At that stage no one knew whether it was an accident or not although there was talk about the WTC being hit by an aircraft. As we were powerless to help, I returned to my desk after about 15 minutes. The moment I sat down a large aircraft flew past the window, banked sharply and ploughed into the second tower. I knew then that it was no accident and the financial district seemed under attack. I ran for the elevator and with another colleague escaped the area. It is difficult to take in the events of this morning.
My PATH Train (a train like the subway), pulled in to the station underneath the World Trade Center at about 8:50 am, apparently a few minutes after the first plane hit. When we got off the train, there were no alarms or announcements, but there was a strong smell like a combination of smoke and exhaust fumes. The station was undergoing renovations, so I thought maybe there was a fire because of the construction. When I got up to the lower concourse, I heard a fire alarm and the smell of smoke was heavier so I figured I should get out of there as quickly as possible, even though most people were acting like nothing was wrong. You have to ride a very long escalator to get to the main concourse level, and people were just calmly riding the escalator, not even walking, like nothing was happening. When I reached the top of the escalator, I could see people running for the exits and there was visible smoke but it didn't seem like total panic. I turned to look towards where the entrance to one of the towers would be and all I could see was a wall of white smoke coming in towards the concourse. I heard one woman yell "a plane hit the world trade center!" and another woman yelled "they're bombing the world trade center!"
Paul Antenore, Boston USA
Four months ago I moved to NY from Bayswater, London. After hearing sirens and explosions this morning, I walked into my living room to find that both twin towers that dominate the view from my window, were on fire. In shock I immediately attempted to contact my boyfriend who works close to the towers. My flat is on the 22nd floor of a building on Union Square which faces south so my view was unimpeded. I initially thought it was merely a fire and that the towers would be heavily damaged. I switched on the news to find to my horror that it was a terrorist attack. When the first tower collapsed, I began to shake and cry as it was so terrifying and unexpected.
I may have lost many colleagues, luckily my wife made it out of the area before the towers collapsed. She witnessed the original explosions from her building nearby. Devastating and demoralising. This shall never be forgotten. Investigations must be intense and complete. Action must be taken.
I was working in NYC, 31st floor of a nearby office where I saw the attack and collapse of the Twin Towers. It was difficult to see or breathe with all the smoke and debris. The smoke continues to billow as the sirens blare. It is the saddest and most worrying thing I have ever seen.
John Burnetski, Seabright, N.J. US.
We live in Arlington, VA just outside of Washington, DC in a high-rise building on the eight floor. Our balcony faces the city, with a panoramic view of the Pentagon, National Airport, and the entire downtown area of Washington, DC. We were watching the events unfolding on TV in New York. Then, at about 9:40 am Eastern Daylight Time, my husband and I heard an aircraft directly overhead. At first, we thought it was the jets that sometimes fly overhead. However, it appeared to be a small commercial aircraft. The engine was at full throttle.
Shock...utter shock. I live 60 miles from Washington DC. Due to cancelled flights I am putting up some friends that cannot leave Virginia. I lived in NJ until recently and have dear friends that work(ed) in the WTC. God bless their families. My gut says to turn the desert into glass, my mind says only the guilty should suffer, and my heart weeps. God bless America
I'm British and live and work in Manhattan and the sense of shock and disbelief is incredible. Apart from the immediate aftermath, the most amazing thing is that there was very little panic in the streets away from the immediate area. People are calmly trying to get home to their loved ones and are being patient and cooperative despite the difficulties of moving around. It just serves to demonstrate how resilient the spirit of the people of this great city are. New York City will bounce back from this outrage. It will not break us...
I was a few blocks north of the financial district. I was in the street when the second building collapsed. It looked like an avalanche coming down. It is horrible to think of up to 50,000 people hurt and injured. As I walked to Grand Central it was surreal. People seemed dazed that this could happen. Masses of people were heading north and trying to get off of the island. Several building was surrounded by armed military. Every one seems to be in shock. All transportation out of the city is close leaving thousands of people stranded in the city. Everyone seems to be at a loss as to what to do immediately and in the future.
We are in a state of utter shock. State government has closed for the day here, universities have closed, too. There is an eerie quiet. We are all in a daze. My nephew called, wondering if his childhood friend was able to get out. There is no answer yet. How do you begin to console and explain why?
I live across the river from the World Trade Center and can see it from my street. I went out to look after the first crash and saw a plane coming in low and make a deliberate turn towards the building. Then I saw the explosion. We watched all morning the smoke drifting towards us and saw the towers collapse. Each collapse shook my house. Many of my friends and neighbours were in those buildings. Later we saw Stealth Bombers circling overhead. Later still, some of the smoke started drifting over us and tiny bits of soot would occasionally fall. I wonder if the bodies of my friends and neighbours are part of that soot. Many children in my town will be parentless tonight.
I was in a class at my college in downtown Brooklyn... when someone who was online said that the Pentagon was attacked and soon all classes were cancelled for the day. We could see the Manhattan skyline engulfed in smoke. We can normally see the WTCs but were shocked to see only smoke... this was around 10:30 AM EDT. All subways and buses were closed... cell phones did not work for like one or more hrs...we could not contact our family...ironically the internet was up and running so I used a website to call home. We gathered like 15 of our friends who all live in the borough of Queens of NYC...It took us more than four-and-a-half hours, a normal ride of one hour to get home.
I am on the Columbia University campus right now, about 144
blocks north of the WTC. All classes have been cancelled, and there is a surreal feeling here on the streets, but people feel much safer up here and cafes are open, people are walking up and down the sidewalks shopping as usual. The only indication that anything is amiss downtown are the long payphone lines (cell phones aren't working) the occasion roar of F-14s passing overhead. Most people can't get home because of the subway shutdown. I have yet to hear from friends who work and attend school downtown, and all New Yorkers will probably know someone who has died today when the final count becomes known.
We're eight miles from NYC. My husband works in Jersey City, pretty much directly across from the WTC. He and some of the other managers were outside the store looking at the Twin Towers when the second plane hit. They didn't see the plane, but they could see the explosion.
I live in Virginia but work in DC, I was listening to the radio about the what was thought to be a tragic accident in NY when the second plane hit the second tower, I was in shock, it was live on the radio about 15 minutes later as I approached the Wilson Bridge I saw a passenger plane that seemed to be struggling to stay in the air and I slammed my brakes thinking it was going to slam into the highway and then there was a ball of fire, I couldn't help it I actually screamed and then began to cry as the reality of what had happened sank in.
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