Re: Have We Forgotten?
I was just coming out of the subway train at Bowling Green when the first plane hit. When I reached the escalator, every person within sight was looking straight up. I figured it was a building fire (I didn't hear the first one, only saw the smoke).
The second plane hit while I was walking South on State St. to my office. Loudest thing I've ever heard, like rolling thunder. People started running in every direction, it was actually a little funny at the time. I thought to myself "gas tank exploded wherever the fire is". Bought coffee and a bagel and went to work.
Once I got to my office at 4 New York Plaza I heard the news. The stories that morning were all over the place - bombers, gunfights in times square, eight more planes in the air. People were having open discussions about the relative heights of buildings downtown, and trying to determine if we were 'safe'. It was surreal. The building security was not letting anyone out or in, and we were all pretty pissed off about not being allowed to leave.
I was looking out a window with a member of my team towards Battery Park. As if on queue, every person in sight started running south. The smoke started boiling out of every street faster than people could react. If you've ever poured milk into coffee in a clear container, that is what it looked like to me. It went from early morning sunshine to pitch black in just a minute or two. We could see dust accumulating on the window sill outside like snow. At that moment, nobody was complaining about being locked in the building, I assure you.
It took about half an hour for the smoke to clear. The results looked like a moon landing. Lower Manhattan was greyish-brownish-white. Shortly after that, the other tower fell and we were blacked-out again.
They evacuated us about an hour after the second tower fell. Only emergency services vehicles were on the road. It was a surreal experience. We were instructed to walk to the Brooklyn Bridge up Water St. Volunteers were already handing out bottles of water and wet paper towels to help with the dust.
When I got to the Bridge, it had been closed due to falling debris. The new route was to the Manhattan Bridge up Water and then on the Bowery. The view from the bridge was unbelievable and unforgettable.
I headed straight for the LIRR station at Atlantic Avenue and with some measure of luck picked the right door. The first train East left around 3pm and I was on it. I got home in time to catch the evening news.
I've heard many people dramatize their experiences of that day, and it pisses me off. There were plenty of people in harms way for real, and many more putting themselves in harms way to help others. I was never in any danger, and it was more confusing than terrifying at the time. We simply couldn't believe that the buildings came down.