I was at my job on Montague street in Brooklyn. It was a client who told me that planes hit the trade center. I thought she was lying. The radios came on in the office and one of my co-workers said he was going up to the Promenade to see what was going on. I followed him outside and saw a black sky. Couldn't still believe it. We walked 1 block to the right, I believe that was either Henry or Remsen street, then turned up on Pineapple st. As soon as the tower came into my sight, it started to collapse. I stood frozen in the middle of street. A car that was behind me also stopped. People gathered on the Promenade were screaming. I went back to my office and gathered my things and left. When I went back outside, someone stuck a handmade sign on the side of a public payphone "Please donate blood. People are dying."
Cant even begin to describe the horror of that day in NY.
The walk home was surreal, thousands of people were getting out of Manhattan and here I was walking into Manhattan. Churches and other businesses had put up signs reading "restrooms/phones available." There was this incredible eerie silence, even though thousands of people were all around me. Noone spoke at all. When I looked up, this large gray/black column of smoke was all there was in front of us, where once 2 towers stood. The acrid smoke was all in my face. While we were walking across the Manhattan bridge someone started to climb over the siderails and was threatening to jump. Noone paid mind and the idiot climbed back over to the bridge's walkway.
Thousands of people were standing at 7th ave and W14th st, in front of St Vincents hospital. People were gathered in groups around signs that read "O+, B-, AB+." The smell of burning debris or bodies lingered in the air for days afterwards. Smoke could be seen for several weeks afterwards. The homemade signs of people missing stuck to streetlight poles, telephone booths, building brickfaces, gates and doors also lined 7th ave for weeks. My home telephone didn't work properly for several days on end, making some of my relatives panic since they couldn't reach me. I was ok, but the memories of that day never leave me. On ocasion I still have nightmares about being trapped at the top of a burning building or about trying to get everyone to leave a building that is falling. It was so horrible.