In the time it takes me to pull on my pants 343 firefighters, 75 policemen, men and women, and 2334 civilians gone; little kids hands, wives and lovers beds, driver's seats, bunks in the firehouse, seats on the rig, clothes in the closet, empty, kaput, gone forever.
Several minutes later sitting in a waiting room, I see the first tower collapse. It just comes down... woosh... like a controlled implosive demolition of an old building.
Alan Jacobs
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