Originally Posted by
The SnowShow
My wife had a front row seat across from the WTC. I had just gotten to my midtown office after she got off the subway to go to work down there. She had left a message on my machine that the WTC had been bombed, her building shook like an earthquake, papers and debris were falling from the sky and she and her coworkers were leaving and heading north as fast as possible. After that, all phones went done. I went to the roof of the midtown building and watched the scene unfold miles away. I remember the eerie silence of no plane traffic then the roar of F16s overhead. After seeing them fall and hearing about the pentagon, I remember thinking what’s next? White House? Something else in NYC? Terror washed over me as I frantically tried to call my wife’s cell phone until finally I got a call from her. She was headed to a friend’s place in the Upper West side. We ended up meeting and sleeping there and then, too terrified to take the subway home, ended up walking all the way back to Park Slope Brooklyn only to find ash and the smell of death at our doorstep there. The weeks after were horrible. The signs of lost ones in Union Sq. The candlelight vigils. The military presence in the streets. The fear of another attack.