Not just one plane, but two. Not just one tower, but two. Sweet Jesus.

“I think about being below one of the towers as it fell. I saw it from my rooftop, the second one, anyway. I saw the glass shoot through the air, and I saw the huge gash of smoke, and it all moved together like a limb shooting out. (I’ve only seen things like that in the movies. I never wanted to see it in real life.) And below that tower fell a storm of dirt and metal and glass on the innocent people below.”

Posted September 11, 2001

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