Genuine account from the day of 9/11

I've been digging through my emails from 9/11 and shortly after and found this eyewitness account from a good friend:

Dear all, (sorry for the tome and no bcc)
Just so you guys know, I am alright. I saw it all happen. Since I've moved into my new place in Hell's Kitchen I take the E train to the WTC. This morning got there around 8:59am. Normally I exit going through the World Trade Center surfacing across the street from Century 21. Well, not today. There were loads of cops there telling people to use the other exits. I thought there must've been a shooting. All along the floor of the lower levels of the Trade Center I saw a woman's high-heel shoe, people's bags and backpacks, and lots of spilt coffee.
So, what to do but go through another exit. When we were on our way out all I could here was people exclaim in their various ways (Oh, shit!, Ohmigawd!, etc). There were two gaping holes in the north tower and flames coming out of the east hole of the north tower. We heard it was a plane, but we all thought it was an accident. So, we stood and rubbernecked mouths agape.

Then, something so grotesque happened. We saw people jump from the tops of the tower. I saw eight personally.
I was so mortified I started to walk away as people started screaming "Look!!". As I turned around I saw a second large, black object zooming towards the second tower and *kaboom*.

The heat was so intense I could feel it on my neck. Burning shrapnel was falling into the crowd I was in. One almost hit me, landing maybe 7 to 10 feet away. People started screaming and stampeeding. I ran along with and got pushed into a building near Broadway. So many people it was difficult to breathe.

Windows in the area started breaking.
I started frantically trying to call friends in the Financial District and home. The cell lines were down. So, since work was close by I stopped in to use the land-lines. Still flipping out with the image of those people falling from the tower--looking just like falling puppets--I decided to leave work in case there was a bomb in the Stock Exchange.

Around 1 Chase Plaza, I decided to get up on to the terrace by that awful white and black sculpture and look at the towers from there. Everyone was nervously exchanging stories and details. Some crying, desperate to reach co-workers and family members. Then, the unimaginable...
The southern tower started to collapse. I actually only thought that the top part of the tower, that part found above the airplane, was collapsing. Our view was quickly obfuscated by the clouds of black material coming out of the crumpling building.

I never thought the debris, soot and blackness would reach us. People around me started running and screaming. Then, I saw the cloud come at me at incredible speeds. No way to outrun it. Plus, I was on an elevated terrace. So, I used my little bag to shield myself and crouched down and wait for it to hit me. 5 seconds later I was pelted with debris, charred material, etc. travelling at gale-force winds. One could no longer see the sky. It was pitch black. Must be what a nuclear winter seems like.

The black continued for what seemed an interminable period. Not to mention that there must've been burning embers in that black cloud because the air became very scarce. It was so very difficult to breathe. Plus our noses, mouths and lungs, by that point, were full of nasty black stuff.

I couldn't take it any more. I thought I would either choke to death or die from lack of oxygen. So, I scaled the wall and jumped from the terrace to the street. Ouch! People around me were screaming, some groaning in pain (obviously hit by objects I was fortunate enough to not encounter in the black cloud). I turned my palm pilot on to flashlight (could only see a foot away) and used that to cross the street, eventually finding my way into a hotel with many lights on.
Once inside, I realized we were all covered in at least four centimeters of soot and burned material. Some of it became really caked on to my hair...must've partially burned into the hair. Soot in eyes, noses, mouths, we all began coughing. So much so that we all starting to cough up blood. Some of us had bloody noses. I, myself, took a dining room napkin and started to wash up in the bathroom. Then, I wet it, tied it around my face, put my sunglasses on and went out into the much lighter, winter-like haze.

Almost reaching City Hall and China Town, I heard people scream again yelling things like "Not again!" or "Ruuuun!". I turned to look, and there was another one of those God-awful black clouds heading for us. Luckily I was by New York University's Downtonw complex. I ran in there.

I was treated for a lot of debris in my eyes. With all the transportation out, I had to walk home along with everyone else. There was a good vibe among people, though. Everyone seemed to come together.
When I reached Jen's place, I realized there was fiber glass on my shirt. Took a shower and realized that I have tiny cuts all over my body--so small that my shirt is completely intact. Must be that fiber glass because I feel as prickly as a cactus.

I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I can't get the picture of those poor people jumping from the North Tower out of my mind.

By the way, I've been told I should go to the hospital tomorrow to be seen for smoke/fiber glass/asbestos inhalation. Wish me luck. Thank God it's nothing more pressing like some dismembered body parts that were in the street.

Oral history project

Oh, how I wish there had been a timely oral history project for civilians along with the one they did for first responders.

When people realize it WAS a false flag attack...

Maybe more people will think back and remember relevant details. We can only add to the existing case after all.
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"Among the 'spider-man' skeptics are those who claim that no human can shoot web and stick to walls... They conveniently ignore the fact that he was bitten by a radioactive spider."

Daily Bugle editorial debunking the claims of spider-man deniers

I Think There Was

When I attended the panel discussion at the Tribeca Film Festival this Spring for the film United Flt. 93 there was a woman there from the Library of Congress - Folk story [?] Dept. I can't remember exactly her title or name. but the oral histories collected were not merely from the 1st responders.

"When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains - however improbable - must be the truth!" - Doyle

I Think There Was

When I attended the panel discussion at the Tribeca Film Festival this Spring for the film United Flt. 93 there was a panalist from the Library of Congress - Folk: Oral History [?] Dept.

I can't remember exactly her title or name.

But the oral histories collected were not merely from the 1st responders.

"When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains - however improbable - must be the truth!" - Doyle

Thanks for sharing this,

Thanks for sharing this, that story's very dramatic and harrowing.