Barb Dwyer
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These stories are heartbreaking.
The Georgetown professor and her husband and two children on their way to Australia for her new job. A teacher and 3 students chosen to participate in a National Geographic ecology seminar in DC. A flight attendant who calls her husband just to say I love you.
In NYC, a woman called in to the network and got put through to the anchor desk to beg anyone for information regarding her husband's whereabouts. She has 3 year old twins and is 7 months pregnant. "I really need to find my husband" she pleads. Peter Jennings responds- "I think we all understand that."
A street interview with a young girl who is searching desperately for her 24 year old fiance. After getting her hopes up seeing his name on a list of people taken to a hospital- only to fight traffic to get there and find out they made a mistake and it wasn't him.
The mother and uncle of a man who called from the plane to say that he and some others had a plan to 'take down the hijackers' and how proud she was. She was beaming at her son's actions even as she mourned his loss.
The look of shock on the dust-covered, dirty faces of the firefighters. Their attempts to stay strong as they describe the horrors they are seeing.
The personal anecdotes of those individuals who were inside the WTC buildings and managed to escape with their lives- some with just seconds to spare before the collapse. The thought that they will no doubt have survivor guilt for years to come.
I wonder what those poor people on the airplanes thought- first as they realized that they were being hijacked. And then near the end- I am hoping it happened too fast to comprehend that - but what must they have been thinking as they realized they were zooming straight for the building and about to crash into it. My God- the horror.
It is really difficult to comprehend any of it.
This is so touching; frightening, compelling. The emotions are swirling inside me with a force as great as a tornado. The psychological impact this event will have on us all.
The Georgetown professor and her husband and two children on their way to Australia for her new job. A teacher and 3 students chosen to participate in a National Geographic ecology seminar in DC. A flight attendant who calls her husband just to say I love you.
In NYC, a woman called in to the network and got put through to the anchor desk to beg anyone for information regarding her husband's whereabouts. She has 3 year old twins and is 7 months pregnant. "I really need to find my husband" she pleads. Peter Jennings responds- "I think we all understand that."
A street interview with a young girl who is searching desperately for her 24 year old fiance. After getting her hopes up seeing his name on a list of people taken to a hospital- only to fight traffic to get there and find out they made a mistake and it wasn't him.
The mother and uncle of a man who called from the plane to say that he and some others had a plan to 'take down the hijackers' and how proud she was. She was beaming at her son's actions even as she mourned his loss.
The look of shock on the dust-covered, dirty faces of the firefighters. Their attempts to stay strong as they describe the horrors they are seeing.
The personal anecdotes of those individuals who were inside the WTC buildings and managed to escape with their lives- some with just seconds to spare before the collapse. The thought that they will no doubt have survivor guilt for years to come.
I wonder what those poor people on the airplanes thought- first as they realized that they were being hijacked. And then near the end- I am hoping it happened too fast to comprehend that - but what must they have been thinking as they realized they were zooming straight for the building and about to crash into it. My God- the horror.
It is really difficult to comprehend any of it.
This is so touching; frightening, compelling. The emotions are swirling inside me with a force as great as a tornado. The psychological impact this event will have on us all.
