I just read this thread and would like to respond to Colin with my personal answer.
I work in midtown Manhattan, not downtown where the twin towers were located. But I watched the tragedy unfold from my window. For the last two weeks I've been glued to the tv news channels like everyone else, and have seen the pictures of the devastation, along with the ongoing rescue operation.
Yesterday, during lunch, I took the subway downtown to have a look around, I worked down there for thirteen years so I had a mental picture of the area before the attack. There is no way the pictures on tv can convey the utter destruction that took place. The only way I can describe it is to think of London during the blitz, or Berlin at the end of the war. There are not that many people left that can conjure up those images from memory, but I'm sure they'd agree with the analogy. It is a war zone. There are hundreds of police and soldiers, some carrying sub-machine guns, streets blocked off, debris lying around, buildings and stores closed up. There are people walking around with dust masks, because that's the first thing you notice. As soon as I got off the subway you can taste and feel the dust, this is 16 days later. I walked to a spot where you can get a glimpse, down a side street, of the Trade Center. It's at that point you realize that your just staring, trying to comprehend the sheer magnitude of the destruction. And then your staring again, thinking about the loss of life, and wondering what's going through the minds of the families of the dead and missing, and thanking God that all your loved ones are safe, and praying for the families of friends and acquaintances that are gone. And as you look around, there are other people, like me, just staring , trying to comprehend what happened. I did not feel this way looking at the same scenes on tv.
It is for this reason I believe, that the President is having so many of our law-makers and foreign leaders personally inspect the site. Once you see it, there is no other thought in your mind than to do whatever it takes,to bring whoever is responsible for this to justice; what ever it takes.
I'm writing this response, after driving two hours to get home from a wake in Staten Island,for a fireman killed saving some of the 25,000 who managed to escape. He is a hero to me, but to someone else he was a husband, a father, a brother, and a son. There was no casket, just pictures. Just pictures so the family can have some semblance of closure. His body, like those of the other 6,000 innocent people, is buried under the rubble. So there will be 6,000 other wakes and funerals with just pictures. Just pictures so those 6,000 families can have some semblance of closure. There was also the firm resolve,of the few surviving members of the firehouse, and the resolve of the family and friends, to do what ever it takes.
I grew up on Long Island, and ever since I can remember, I've always been fascinated by the Twin Towers and the Empire State Building. And over the years, day in/day out, you just take them for granted, they're just always there, used mostly as landmarks when driving, every now and then you bring your kids to the observation decks, and so on. And unless you've
lived near them as I have for 41 years, then they're just buildings,right? And I can understand that, because I didn't feel the way I do now when the Oklahoma City bombing happened, and I'm sure it was the same way for the people of Washington, as well as elsewhere around the nation. But now I know how they felt. As I'm sure the people of Washington do. And when those two buildings collapsed, killing those 6,000 people, a part of me died inside also. It's understandable that if you don't live near New York, or Washington, or Oklahoma, that it's possible that your not as emotionally affected as someone who does. I remember walking accross town to Grand Central Station that day at 11:30am after they closed my building. There were almost no vehicles on 7th Ave, 6th Ave, 5th Ave, and Madison Ave at 11:30 on a weekday. That's unheard of. What I saw instead, and what really spooked me were the hundreds, if not thousands of people walking up these streets from lower Manhattan. Just walking uptown because everything was shut down, and all they wanted to do was get home. No cars on 5th Ave. just people. I remember how quiet the jam packed train to Connecticut was, and how lucky I was that I was on that train. And I remember how my wife embraced me when I walked through the front door. I remember that the officials at the school my 4th grader goes to didn't announce the terrorist attack, because some of the kids had parents that worked in the Twin Towers, and didn't want to panick them. And I remember how difficult it was to sleep that night.
And now, as I travel everyday to work, and for the rest of my life for that matter, as I look at the Manhattan skyline, at the empty space once occupied by buildings that I took for granted, I will forever be reminded of that horrific day of tragedy and death, and for that I am resolved, to do whatever it takes.