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...streets filled with masked men and women, cloth and clothing torn to tie across their noses and mouths against the dense debris rain. Some streets were eerily quiet. All trading had stopped on Wall Street, so those canyons were empty, the ash several inches thick and gray, the way snow looks in New York almost before it hits the ground. Sounds were both muffled and magnified, echoing off buildings, softened by the smoke. You could hear the chirping of the locator devices the fire fighters wear, hear the whistle of the respirators, see only the lights flashing red and yellow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: If You Want To Humble An Empire | 9/14/2001 | See Source »

Forty miles further down the new flight path, in rural Somerset County, Terry Butler, 40, was pulling the radiator from a gray 1992 Dodge Caravan at the junkyard where he works. He had been watching the news and knew all flights were supposed to be grounded. He was stunned when he looked up in the sky and saw Flight 93 cutting through the lingering morning fog. "It was moving like you wouldn't believe," he said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: If You Want To Humble An Empire | 9/14/2001 | See Source »

...mention that most presenters there were guilty as sin of shameless self-promotion—maybe Macy Gray should have spent less time sewing that dress and more time memorizing the lyrics to “The Star Spangled Banner?...

Author: By Thalia S. Field and Michelle Kung, CRIMSON STAFF WRITERS | Title: SEEN + HEARD | 9/14/2001 | See Source »

...Forty miles further down the new flight path, in rural Somerset County, Terry Butler, 40, was pulling the radiator from a gray 1992 Dodge Caravan at the junkyard where he works. He had been watching the news and knew all flights were supposed to be grounded. He was stunned when he looked up in the sky and saw Flight 93 cutting through the lingering morning fog. "It was moving like you wouldn't believe," he said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Special Report: The Day of the Attack | 9/12/2001 | See Source »

...streets filled with masked men and women, cloth and clothing torn to tie across their noses and mouths against the dense debris rain. Some streets were eerily quiet. All trading had stopped on Wall Street, so those canyons were empty, the ash several inches thick and gray, the way snow looks in New York almost before it hits the ground. Sounds were both muffled and magnified, echoing off buildings, softened by the smoke. You could hear the chirping of the locator devices the fire fighters wear, hear the whistle of the respirators, see only the lights flashing red and yellow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Special Report: The Day of the Attack | 9/12/2001 | See Source »

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