The Call for Support
Date Submitted: 9/11/2017
My org was hosting a week-long training session for chimney and fire professionals from all over the country. I will always remember going into the classroom where they were all watching TV silently many of them shaking their heads knowing that the world was changing that morning. One student, a volunteer fireman from Ohio, showed me that his pager had gone off when the NYFD began looking for support. He must have shown me that page that he had saved at least five times in subsequent years. Those training cohorts usually emerged from the week fairly close-knit, but that one had an additional thread holding them together. Iâ€™m no longer at that association, but I still think of those guys every year on 9/11 and wonder how theyâ€™re doing.
I stood there feeling bad about whoever was in the plane or helicopter, but not feeling anything ominous... THEN... I see it... It was almost like slow motion but it was moving so fast... So low... You didn’t have time to gasp... It hit the second tower and disappeared, and suddenly the biggest fireball I have ever seen in my life just shoots wide and high into an ocean blue sky... Whoever wasn’t stunned on the train suddenly screamed as everyone ran to the windows...
Brian (story excerpt)