It kept getting worse.
The horror arrived in episodic bursts of chilling disbelief, signified first by trembling floors, sharp eruptions, cracked windows. There was the actual unfathomable realization of a gaping, flaming hole in first one of the tall towers, and then the same thing all over again in its twin. There was the merciless sight of bodies helplessly tumbling out, some of them in flames.
Finally, the mighty towers themselves were reduced to nothing. Dense plumes of smoke raced through the downtown avenues, coursing between the buildings, shaped like tornadoes on their sides.
This is the NYTimes piece from Sept 12 2001.
Never forget.
My late great wife. Kathy was moved to tears earlier that morning at the 10th anniversary of 911. Yes she really did try to trip a Westboro church member as they stained a sacred day.
