Sep 11, 2001.
That was five years ago. I recalled I was walking home alone and was just out of Jurong Point when my friend Jon sent me an SMS and informed me that it has collapsed. I was incredulous and I asked him if it was all a joke. The reply came quickly, WATCH THE TV, he said.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the images before me. Repeated endlessly was the image of planes crashing into the WTC, and its collapse.
I was shocked. I tried looking for my friend Brian (aka the ‘Grand Admiral of Japan’) on ICQ but to no avail. He wasn’t online.
Fearing the worst and hoping for the best, I wrote him an email, asking if he was alright.
An email did come back, I can’t remember how long later, informing that he was alright, because he has overslept and was late for work. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Brian is safe.
Several hours later, Brian sent me an email (see below) from his brother, Ian. Thankfully, he has escaped harm as well.
Five years later, and after Warmonger Bush squandered away all the goodwill the world has shown the Americans during 9-11, I am still utterly pissed with al Qaeda. I wish a RPV would find Osama bin Laden in its sights soon, along with the entire lea-duhship of al Qaeda, and send a Hellfire on its merry way. I know this isn’t going to end this mess, but at least the perpetrators of this heinous crime against humanity has been made to pay for it.
They should kill everyone of these cowardly bastards in the most horrible way imaginable, after making sure they plead for their miserable lives on video to ensure that their compatriots harbor no illusions that they have been martyred.
Attack the American’s military for all I cared. But leave the American public alone. Above which, not everyone working in America is an American.
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Thank you very much for your outpouring of concern. I was very much in harm’s way but I am safe now. I was in the lobby of 2 WTC when the initial blast occured to 1 WTC. As you know, I work on the 82nd floor of 2 WTC. I was waiting for the elevator. The express elevator takes folks up to the 78th floor where everyone switches to local elevators for the upper floors. Upon hearing the blast, I ran out the side door of 2 WTC, which placed me in a strategically bad location in terms of the initial damage because of my angle of view. When I got to the front of the WTC complex (its quite large), I saw people flying out the windows on 1 WTC from what looked like either the 78th floor lobby or from office windows around that floor. To say the least, it was traumatic seeing people.. human beings… land on the plaza after an 80 floor drop. I was about 150 feet away from the plaza blocked only by police barricades. I closed my eyes upon seeing the first body fly down (I have no idea whether it really was the first), and after two seconds, I realized that there was no espacing reality. After another 6 bodies, I turned away in both disgust and horror. For no apparent reason, I just began walking away from the WTC in shock. Then, after about 100 feet of walking, I turned around. That was when I actually saw the second plane deliberately hit about the 50th floor of 2 WTC. The first plane had hit quite high up… about the 80th floor of 1 WTC and the damage to 1 WTC looked relatively light compared to the damage this time at 2 WTC. The fireball rose all the way from the middle of 2 WTC to the top of the building. There was no way anyone in the upper half of 2 WTC could live because the incineration was immediate. The smell of jet fuel could not have been more apparent. The plaza smelled a lot like an airport tarmac. Anyway, when the fireball erupted, debris came flying and I could see objects above my head. I ducked around a corner into the lobby of a smaller building, as did others. I was saved from cuts from flying debris while some others were not so lucky. In truth, the debris was mainly office stationery and nothing heavy or burning. My military instincts told me to head back to the plaza to help the injured. By this time, the police had descended on the plaza like army ants. I was shooed away and since some of the police were in riot gear and obviously had tear gas, I complied. My cell phone was useless because the cell site is on top of 1 WTC 🙂 Fortunately, I was standing beside some Euro-type who had a phone which looked like a brick. It happened to be a Global Satellite phone, which the gentleman kindly allowed me to leave my first message with Lezah. Ironically, my phone then rang and my friend was given instruction to contact Lezah and Brian and hang on tight. I started running away from the building, not really because of fear for debris but for fear of being stampeded by the chaos. Everyone was running. After about 1/2 mile, I stopped running and contemplated my position. What about my colleagues/co-workers? One mile away, at the Brooklyn Bridge, my heart sank when I saw 2 WTC collapse for real. There wasn’t anything left of the building, which was quite imposing in terms of the downtown skyline. I walked the 5 miles (not sure) from downtown to midtown because there was no public transportation. I reported to my midtown office and scrammed because its located in Rockerfeller Center (!) The objective was to avoid landmarks and I left one for another. Then, it was to escape and get out of Manhattan..and the only way was to catch a train at Grand Central.. (a prime target for a bomb). Thankfully, no bombs went off while I was catching a train. I’m out of the city for now and my instructions from my boss are to stay home and remain by the phone. |