|People escaping the hellish inferno of the building--by jumping to their deaths|
Dear Everyone Who’s Written to Check On
Thanks for your concern.
We are in complete shock. That is, even those of us who had expected something horrible to happen, something that would be so devastating that it would reach a place beyond our imagination (*)
At nine in the morning I left my beach house in the
The feeling of deja vu--the events I've witnessed in
“Talk,” I implored.
Finally he became more coherent and proceeded to describe what he was seeing.
The a scream. “Oh, my God!”
“What?” I asked. “What’s happening?”
“Oh, my God! The Building is falling down.”
“What do you mean ‘falling down?’ It’s just a small plane—”
“It’s a jetliner!”
I raised the sound on the radio. They reported about a fire ball thirty stories high.
“This is the moment that would change my life, our life, the world’s life,” I thought. Yet I was too calm. Five of our kids work in
On the cell phone, his voice shaking, Ron insisted I return to the beach house. “They’ll block all the roads in and out of the city,” he said. “You may not be able to return for a long time.”
“This is the beginning of a war,” I said. I had been driving for an hour. The notion that the Long Island Expressway would be closed due to a terrorist attack was absurd. Yet, that was how things worked in
I pulled onto the next exit, drove the bridge over the highway to the south service road, then stopped on the shoulder. My heart started to beat fast. There was no one around, all was eerily quiet, the radio turned down again so I could gather myself. I examined the calm with which I handled the news and knew that, as in time of a crisis, the impact would hit me later with force that would leave me reeling for a long time.
I engaged the gear and began driving back, calling the kids. They had to evacuate all the tall buildings. My youngest daughter was in the street when she answered her cell phone. Her office is located in a basement, and people in her company stayed put. But since her wall borders the
“Call on your cell phone,” I told her. “Just go home. We haven’t seen the last of the surprises.”
She started walking. As did my other daughter. Soon after, most phone lines to the city were partly disconnected or overtaxed. Our son-in-law, who lives in Long Island, walked across the bridge to
Ron’s niece, a mother of three children, the youngest only six months old, works in the building across the street from the WTC. She managed to flee when her office was hit hard by debris. In the confusion and black cloud, she found herself on the
(*) Now re my remarks about those who expected this disaster: Last year I attended a lecture by Richard Clark, US Counter-Terrorism Coordinator at the National Security Council. He said that Osama Bin Laden, a Muslim billionaire hiding in
Often, if the FBI or CIA can't show the INS enough evidence about the INTENT of these suspects--only claim that they know from secret sources that these people had been members of terrorist groups in
Once they are here and are legally cleared from any wrong-doing, the law prohibits the FBI to just follow them or tap their phones... . The FBI must show the judge PROOF of these men's conspiracies.
To our question why didn't the public know about it,
So here we are. The day that would mark the start of World War III.
P.S. Two days later I got a call from a friend: Hundreds of cars at Long Island train stations had been left there, their owners—commuters to