Monday evening, September 10, 2001 I flew into Newark in an AA F-100. Heading for Falcon 50EX recurrent like I had many times before. We got into EWR just after a line of heavy storms had passed, a cold front was passing and the sky was clearing. Tomorrow was going to be a beautiful day, or so I thought.
Tuesday Morning, up early to catch some breakfast at the Concierge Lounge at the Glenpointe Marriott... I sat eating my breakfast with a great view of Manhatten, it was one of those crystal clear autumn mornings. I check my watch, 7:30am, time to fight the traffic on 17 to get to Flight Safety...
8:00am class begins... The instructor is a familiar face... I have know Mickey for years, since my Falcon 20 days... Good guy... Class starts after we joke a bit and exchange greetings... Nothing too exciting, Chapter 2, the Electrical System... for the millionth time... "When's Lunch?" I think to myself quietly...
At about 9:00am one of the girls from the front area comes running down the hall and says a plane hit the World Trade Center... We all look at each other and figure someone in a Cessna or Piper hit the building, "Probably some nut case commiting suicide" we joke... "Break Time" Mick says and we all decide to go up front to see what is going on...
The local news station is on, we all stand there in disbelief of the images of the blazing building, we quickly realize this was larger than a Cessna, much larger. Standing in puzzlement, we can't figure out how a plane of this size hit the building on a crystal clear day. We didn't know what type of plane it was, but assumed something the size of a Corporate Jet... Maybe a Hawker or something...
We are all mezmerized by the live footage from the news helicopter on the TV, this building was in bad shape, "How are they going to get that out?" someone mumbles from behind me.
9:03am: As we are watching TV there is a quick glimpse of a large 737-looking aircraft that enters the right side of the screen, as soon as it hits the building the TV we are watching goes to static. "Was that a re-run?" someone shouts... Someone else says "Yeah, it had to be a rerun, they must have caught the whole thing on tape"... I turned around to about 10 people watching and said "If it was a rerun, why was the building on fire BEFORE the plane hit?" Everyone fell silent... A quick scramble through the stations and we get CNN on, images of both buildings blazing hit the screen, everyone gasps... This wasn't an accident, not even close.
The Center Manager tries to marshall everyone back to their classrooms. We go back in and try to discuss what we just saw... At about 9:45am I get a text message from a buddy back home that the Pentagon has been hit, I tell Mick... Class Dismissed... We find ourselves out in the lobby again watching TV...
I call my wife, who was in a breakfast meeting, I told her to get home and stay home. She asked what was going on, they hadn't even heard. She was so preoccupied with her meeting that I don't think she totally understood the gravity of what I was telling her.
I go back to the TV, watching the images of two enormous skyscrapers engulfed in smoke and fire. You can see people jumping from the upper floors.
A little while later, people are on the roof of Flight Safety, you can see Manhatten from there. Also from the back corner of the sim bay, there is a stairway with a large window that looks out over Manhatten. People are flocking to see the smoke which is only a couple miles away.
I call my wife again, making sure she is on her way and trying to fill her in on the events that are occuring here. At 10:05am while I am on the phone with my wife, the South Tower collapses. Someone comes running down the hall screaming "The building collapsed!" I tell my wife I love her and quickly end the call. I run to the TV to see the huge cloud of dust created by 250,000 tons of building falling in on itself. My God, I think... there is no way everyone got out of that building.
10:10am... I am standing, staring at the odd view of one World Trade Center building standing. It looks very strange, all alone, shrouded in the dust & ashes of it's sibling. This doesn't seem real, is this really happening...
10:20am I decide to head to the back sim bay on the upper staircase which lends a perfect view of lower Manhatten. I am standing there with another student, speechless. He looks at me, his face is expressionless, he looks like a mummy... After a minute, he slowly walks away like a zombie. I find myself standing there alone, watching this horror unfold. I ponder to myself about the fate of the North Tower as I stand and watch it burn. "Is this one going to fall too?" I think to myself. I check my watch, 10:28am. As I look back up, I see a puff blow out in a ring around the North Tower, the tower begins it's journey down. I am standing there, helpless, watching a thousand people die, instantly before my eyes in real-life, real-time. I have never felt more alone, or helpless in my life. I stood silently in disbelief for what felt like an eternity. My silence was broken by an announcement over the intercom system notifying us we must all leave the building immediately, the center was closed until further notice.
I spent the rest of the day either glued to my TV or in the Concierge Lounge at the Glenpointe Marriott staring at the smoking rubble in lower Manhatten. Highway 95 outside the hotel is deserted. The George Washington Bridge into Manhatten is closed and the road is blocked, not a car in sight. There isn't even any traffic on the local roads. It reminded me of sceens from the Stephan King movie the Langoliers. This thriving metropolis was a ghost town. Only an occasional Police Cruiser is seen. The sky was empty, the roads were empty, the world had changed, forever.
It is a day I will never forget. It is a day that no American should ever forget. It is a day that will define our history and shape our future, and our childrens future.
God Bless America and all those who perished in the senseless events of September 11, 2001.