Inside the church, somebody was reading a eulogy. It tells you a lot about New York City that somebody named Mike Weinberg gets his send-off at Our Lady of Hope Roman Catholic Church and nobody even notices, much less explains it. “He’s a firefighter,” somebody from the neighborhood says, if you inquire. Which meant he was part of a religion to begin with – firefighting – which is itself an affiliate of the Catholic Church. “His father’s a German Jew,” somebody said, “but his mother’s name is Mary.” In the kitchen and in religion, the woman is always trump...
Mike was signing in at the Forest Park golf course in Queens on Tuesday morning, September 11th. He looked at the television in the office and saw the World Trade Center in flames. His sister Margaret worked there, on the fortieth floor of one of the towers. In one move, Mike was out of the golf course and into his car and on his way into the city, which is what people who live in Queens call Manhattan. Like nearly all the other firefighters, Mike lived in a two-story neighborhood. At the scene, high above him, seventy, eighty, ninety, a hundred stories up, orange tongues licked the air that now showed between the famous silvery aluminum panels of the buildings. Then a rumble shook the sky and the street.
and one reason the "explosion"theory" i.e. that someone snuck in and wired scores of explosives at the level where an airplane just happened to hit, is absurd is because the chief of security was Rick Rescola. who organized evacuation drills, meaning that many knew how to get out when the planes hit:
A picture, taken after the attack started, shows Mr Rescorla, megaphone in hand, guiding staff down stairs to safety. Workers recalled him singing patriotic songs, including a Cornish adaptation of Men of Harlech as he led them down. So well-drilled were the staff that just three, including Mr Rescorla, died in the attack. But he was still in the tower when it collapsed. His remains have never been found. ‘I’m very proud of Rick. That was just the way he was, prepared for any eventuality and looking after other people,’ Mr Daniels said. ‘He would always be the last person out and make sure everyone else got out safely.’
Like most Americans, I knew someone who was there, except in my case, it was a classmate in the Pentagon who helped to triage the wounded in the parking lot. LINK
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