I was asleep, and my dad woke me up to say that a plane has flown into the WTC. I thought it was a freak accident, but he advised me to turn on the TV and watch the replays. It was right about the time that I realised that there was *no* chance this was an accident (it takes me a while to wake up), that I saw the second plane hit.
Horrific. I remember the way the death toll just kept going up and up ... and then they collapsed.
If *anything* good could come out of sucha thing, it was the collective and individual acts of heroism of the normal guys and gals trapped inside helping each other out, and the actions of the emergency services who willingly went into conditions akin to a warzone to do their jobs and save lives.
Those are the aspects I prefer to remember.
[ 09-10-2003, 06:05 PM: Message edited by: Bardan the Slayer ]
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