what bomb?

Worked very hard last night on a series of posts with Winter Patriot for today. Spent a great deal of time transcribing excerpts from deposition testimony of 9/11 first responders. I only got to thirteen of them, the ones that looked to have the kind of testimony we wanted, taken from a very brief abstract. There were tens more witnesses to look at, just on the strength of the abstract, but time and space did not permit. I will definitely have to go back and read more. There is a startling conformity in the content of these accounts, and beside bringing home the truth of the secondary explosions, the evidence of thermate being used to help demolish the World Trade Center buildings, one begins to feel the events of that day as one reads.

I don't know about you, but the horror of seeing the laws of physics telling me the most powerful people on earth were involved as I watched my neighbor's tv that morning has prevented me from crying about it for five whole years! I spent about five whole hours last night on the scene in my mind and spirit.

Hundreds of people were dropping to the street from a hundred floors up all around me. My eyes and nose and mouth were caked with toxic dust, and I was being blown helplessly into the sides of adjacent buildings. Vehicles were being crushed and buried and burned with spattered thermate all around me. Even at the harbor the force of the wind from the blasts was so strong it threatened to overturn my escape boat. Had it not been still tethered to the pier, I might have drowned with my wounded patient. My friends were dying from bodies and debris falling on them. My officer threw himself on me to shield me from falling debris. My coworkers were lost in the darkness of the soot clouds, and mowed down by the pyroclastic flow. I was vomiting with others picking themselves up out of the powdery rubble, huddling with them, holding on to each other for dear life, believing it was going to be over any second, finding comfort in another human to hold as the end was coming. I was grateful for a total stranger to hug harder than I'd ever hugged anyone in my life.

Yup, I finally got my good, cleansing cry.

Now, I can go back and redouble my efforts to bring out the truth at last.