Here's 9-11 in numbers: 8:46. 9:02. 2,819. 343. 289. 19,858. 36,000. 258.
- The times the planes hit.
- Total dead at WTC.
- Number of NYC firefighters killed.
- Number of intact bodies.
- Number of body parts found.
- Pints of blood donated in NYC.
- Pints of blood actually needed.
What do you remember about 9-11? Here's mine:
The absolute unbelievable blue of the sky that morning in New York/New Jersey. The confusion over the first news, which we all dismissed as "a small private plane." The horror of the second plane, when we realized this was no accident. Gathering at work, all of us, sitting on desks, on the floor, hugging each other, to watch Aaron Brown of CNN lose his voice as the first tower fell, live, for us all to see. Then word of attacks in Washington D.C., with rumors of car bombs all over the capital.
And more: thinking about my father's colleagues who worked in the South Tower, about my colleagues from Mars, Inc., who had been at the WTC the day before for a meeting. Thinking about the wonderful staff at Windows on the World, where I'd taken a team for dinner not long before 9-11. The stories from colleagues who were stranded all over the country, desperate for rental cars, as their planes were forced down, or the great stories of a British friend who had to land and camp out near Gandor, Canada with hundreds of strangers. A friend who ran a daycare center in New Jersey, where no parent came to collect a child that day. Can't forget the crippling fear of getting on a plane for work afterwards, or how suddenly every television channel ran 'crawler bars' under all programming, and how we watched continuously, for more bad news, more attacks.
Monroe, New Hampshire is 323 miles from the WTC. Eleven years ago, I'm guessing it felt like it was right next door.
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