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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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