Five days after the initial attack on the World Trade Center (WTC), the rubble is still smoldering and sooty enough to cover the surrounding area with a dense layer of smoke.<hr noshade size=“1” color="#2A2A2A">One of the most horrible stories I have heard was of a man who was in Tower One of the WTC at the time of the attacks, and before he got out of his office, he saw a woman fall past his window, clawing at the air. When he reached the ground floor via the stairs, he was running toward the lobby doors, then heard the elevator doors open. Turning around, he saw a woman, completely on fire, stumble onto the lobby carpet. He ran to help her, and dragged her onto the sidewalk outside the WTC, where he tried to save her, but she passed away. As he was saying prayers for her, he heard gasps and saw people pointing upward. He turned and saw the second plane plow into WTC Tower Two. At that moment, he said he felt incredible pity for those who had died, but also relief that he had survived — until he later learned his wife was on the airplane that had crashed into Tower Two, and her friend was on the plane that slammed into Tower One.<hr noshade size=“1” color="#2A2A2A">Stories like this that make me feel literally sick to my stomach, and I have to make the decision, against my better judgment, to not want to strike out now against those who did this.
United we stand; God Bless America.