| The building burned. I can see numerous fires spreading within the
building through the binoculars. Several people jump from the building.
The walls near where the impact occurred are melted away. We both
start to feel sick - and dizzy and can no longer watch. We need to lie
down.
We drag ourselves back down to our apartment to call and mail all of our frantic friends and family. We drop mail to everyone we know in the city and send mail to friends with the subject line, "I'm okay." Cell phones don't get a signal. Land lines take over 10 tries to get a call through. A plan crashes into the Pentagon. A new barrage of calls to everyone back home in DC to make certain they're okay and to beg them to just go home. I write with my cousin, Erika, when I can't get a call through after so many tries. While writing, she heard that another plane has gone down right outside of where she is in Pittsburgh. Sirens are now so loud that you can barely hear the tv. They're gone. The towers have tumbled. We cling to each other stunned. At some point, we somehow find ourselves back on the roof. |
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