I worked about 3 miles SSW in New Jersey. We could see the towers from our parking garage. I was in a large meeting that just finished, and I walked outside with some coworkers to go to another building when a friend ran up and asked if we heard about a plane hitting one of the towers. We thought he was joking until another friend came and said it was now two planes.
It was a perfectly clear sky (nicest weather we had had in a month) except for what looked like a long thin cloud. It wasn’t a cloud. It as smoke from the tower, and by that time it was two not one planes.
The radio said air traffic had been grounded, but then we heard a tremendous roar of jets, and we were terrified. Soon we saw fighter jets flying low, and I guess patrolling for any aircraft.
Sad and terrifying day. The town I lived in lost 14. My church three. The rector of the church never really recovered. Years later he would still veer away from his homily and rant about the tragedy.
It was a perfectly clear sky (nicest weather we had had in a month) except for what looked like a long thin cloud. It wasn’t a cloud. It as smoke from the tower, and by that time it was two not one planes.
The radio said air traffic had been grounded, but then we heard a tremendous roar of jets, and we were terrified. Soon we saw fighter jets flying low, and I guess patrolling for any aircraft.
Sad and terrifying day. The town I lived in lost 14. My church three. The rector of the church never really recovered. Years later he would still veer away from his homily and rant about the tragedy.