http://members.aol.com/jchristou/WTC/blast2.jpg
I have other images that out of respect I will not show.
I took that as the second place hit.
I felt the heat of the blast lick my face, and moments afterwards, the pressure wave against my chest.
I remember the acrid smell.
I remember the otherwise beautiful clear day, and millions of pages of paper floating in the sky like some perverse snowglobe had been shaken.
I remember seeing jumpers. Sometimes two or three together, holding hands. They struggeled to maintain their balance as they fell. As if it mattered what part of their body hit the ground first.
I still remember the sound of them hitting the pavement
A customer at the counter got a call from his girlfriend on the 97th floor "I'm trapped here, I called to say goodbye"
I was one of the 'Dust People' you might have seen on TV running for their lives.
All these things I can't forget. I'm not sure I would if I could.
I'm not ready to forgive any time soon either.
John C.