Five Years Later
To: All Staff
Subject: A New Yorker's Thanks to All
Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 08:47:34 +0100
Those of you here at Milner Hall know I am a native of New York City, and that I have not been home in almost two years. When news of the attack reached me, just as I finished my lunch Tuesday afternoon, I phoned my family. To say they experienced shock and disbelief would be an understatement. Fortunately, they assured me, our family and friends were safe. Later, as I would learn, there were more stories to tell.
An uncle of mine lives not more than two or three blocks from where the World Trade Center once stood. When he heard the explosions, he went down to the street to see what was happening. Shortly thereafter, the first of the towers began to fall. He may well have been buried beneath it, were it not for a passing motorist who stopped and urged him to get into the car. He later met with the family on Staten Island, where, in horror, they watched the cloud of dust rise above lower Manhattan.
A friend of my mother worked on the fourth floor of the second tower to be struck. When the first was hit, their windows imploded. Under a hail of broken glass, they dove to the floor. Among the office workers were survivors of the first World Trade Center bombing. Experience saved their lives. They quickly had everyone crawl to the stairs and make their way out of the building. They were heading toward the Brooklyn Bridge when their tower was hit by the second aircraft. Looking back at the burning skyscrapers, they walked across the bridge in stunned silence.
Only yesterday, my father visited the site. He stood at the edge of the mound of rubble that is all that remains of New York's tallest buildings, and forms the tomb of countless thousands of innocent people. My father is a twenty-year veteran of the New York City Police Department, having been witness to some of the worst New York has ever experienced. This sight reduced him to tears.
He told me that many of the nearby buildings will most likely come down in the next few days. Whilst he was there, a warning was sounded. Some debris still lies on the roofs of the surrounding buildings, and occasionally falls to the ground. All gathered at the site ran for the safety of Battery Park, and my father injured his leg in the chaos.
I tell you all this because, in the midst of this tragedy, the people of Britain have been a great comfort to all Americans, and especially to New Yorkers. The British people have long been true and faithful friends of America, and even moreso in this time of our greatest sorrow. From the moving ceremony at the Palace yesterday, to the local pub flying Old Glory at half mast, your kindness and your prayers have been a great consolation to all Americans, and this New Yorker in particular.
As Britain pauses for a moment of silence at 11.00 am today, know that your friends across the Atlantic appreciate all you have done, and continue to do in this trying time. We know that hundreds of your fellow countrymen also lost their lives on that dark day, and we will do everything humanly possible to offer our aid and consolation to you.
May God Bless America, and her wonderful friends in Britain and around the world.
I keep hearing the media say this was the day America changed. I pray this is true, but five years later, and I'm not so sure. Some of us still need to wake from our slumber and recognize the enemy who seeks our destruction, before it's too late...
By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!

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