I sat in my packed local that night with a guy I knew who kept trying to call his friend that worked in the north tower but only getting voicemail, in between calling the friend's Mom and assuring her that her son would get out safe. Both of them balling their eyes out.
I think they both knew he was already dead.
It's so long ago now, but it's something that sticks with you.
I think they both knew he was already dead.
It's so long ago now, but it's something that sticks with you.
