Im sitting here right now thinking about that day, reading what all of you have said and remembering a docu I watched yesterday on the ironworkers who had the saddest job of working through the mound of metal and concrete to try and find survivors. Three things from that stick in my mind, the first was one of the workers saying that everything was pulverized to a powder....there were no computer monitors or phones or desks. The second was when they would find a member of a service such as police or fire or EMT and how these services would come in and do the recovery of the body themselves...this was specialy bitter when they shows a recovery next to a fire engine that had been buried under the rubble. Lastly was the subway cars and shop/resturaunt that had been untouched in the basement....I remember this being discussed on the news and how hope had rissen that maybe just maybe someone had escaped into this area and survived but then I remember the anguish over the news that no one had been found in these locations of safety.
This still brings tears to my eyes like it had happened yesterday, I know that I will never forget what has happened to all of those people and the families, I agonize most of all over the loss to the children who's parents died that day, how do you explain to a child that their mother and or father died because some bastard of a human doesnt like us and sent others like himself to kill as many of us as they could.