08-01-2002, 02:53 PM
Actually, I lied.
I was in a PATH train under the South Tower, and they just held us there for about 5 minutes. People were getting impatient because the doors weren't opening. There was a faint smell of smoke, but everyone just thought it was a track fire.
Then some fucking idiot announced that they were not going to open the doors, and passengers would not be allowed to disembark due to "police activity". Well, they redirected us toward 33rd street. (why they didn't just bring us back to Hoboken at this point I don't know, I mean it was like 8:55 a.m., they had a clue that something very wrong was happening).
So, <---- Idiot, gets off at 14th Street, switches to the #3 and heads downtown. The subway was crawling, so instead of getting off at Cortland Street, I get off at Chambers. I exited at the Northeast corner and what do my eyes behold? The North Tower with a huge hole, flames and smoke everywhere.
Not believing my eyes, and still thinking in my mind that the fire department will put out the fires, I ask this scared shitless female police Seargeant if I can get to 120 Broadway. She looked at me like I was a fucking idiot and told me to move North.
That's when I put on my radio and found out the Pentagon had been hit.
I thought I was going to have bombs dropped on me any minute because I just did not know what was going on.
The rest of the day, after seeing people jump, the buildings fall and the panicked flight from the dust clouds, was a fucking numb, tense and scary day.
It still helps to talk about it.
I was in a PATH train under the South Tower, and they just held us there for about 5 minutes. People were getting impatient because the doors weren't opening. There was a faint smell of smoke, but everyone just thought it was a track fire.
Then some fucking idiot announced that they were not going to open the doors, and passengers would not be allowed to disembark due to "police activity". Well, they redirected us toward 33rd street. (why they didn't just bring us back to Hoboken at this point I don't know, I mean it was like 8:55 a.m., they had a clue that something very wrong was happening).
So, <---- Idiot, gets off at 14th Street, switches to the #3 and heads downtown. The subway was crawling, so instead of getting off at Cortland Street, I get off at Chambers. I exited at the Northeast corner and what do my eyes behold? The North Tower with a huge hole, flames and smoke everywhere.
Not believing my eyes, and still thinking in my mind that the fire department will put out the fires, I ask this scared shitless female police Seargeant if I can get to 120 Broadway. She looked at me like I was a fucking idiot and told me to move North.
That's when I put on my radio and found out the Pentagon had been hit.
I thought I was going to have bombs dropped on me any minute because I just did not know what was going on.
The rest of the day, after seeing people jump, the buildings fall and the panicked flight from the dust clouds, was a fucking numb, tense and scary day.
It still helps to talk about it.