Plane Crash in New York

Discussion in 'United Kingdom' started by Arun Dale, Sep 11, 2001.

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  1. Poodu

    Poodu Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Dec 3, 1999
    ***** man... that is bad... something of this scale begins to touch everyone...
  2. Arun Dale

    Arun Dale Jedi Knight star 6

    Sep 21, 1999
  3. MayhemUK

    MayhemUK Jedi Padawan star 4

    Mar 20, 2001
    Well Andrea's fiance Dan saw the second plane hit and the towers go down now from his office in Jersey City... I think everyone there ended up sleeping in the office due to not being able to get back on the ferry to Manhattan. Will check whenever Andrea gets online today...

    At least everyone I know who has connections in some way to the disaster has come out of this okay...
  4. Ooh_Aah_Cantona

    Ooh_Aah_Cantona Jedi Knight star 6

    Dec 13, 2000
    cheers folks. managed to talk to my friend, it's all still sinking in for him. His office was the old Pan Am building on top of Grand Central. He is in OZ for a month since last Sunday. Then next month back in London. He was meant to have another stint in Manhattan but it probably won't happen now.
  5. Ramesh

    Ramesh Jedi Padawan star 4

    Oct 30, 2000
    This is so tragic. I can't believe that so many innocent victims continue to die in both hospitals and at the crash site. :(
  6. Jumping Jedi Flash

    Jumping Jedi Flash Jedi Padawan star 4

    Sep 21, 1999
    This is one of the sadest things i have heard, bitter irony, so sad.
  7. Ramesh

    Ramesh Jedi Padawan star 4

    Oct 30, 2000
    I cant seem to open that page Dan. ?[face_plain]

    According to the Beeb, several hundreds of the victims are British. So I'm sure this will gravely influence whatever action the government decides to take in supporting America's reprisal.
  8. Izzi

    Izzi Jedi Youngling star 4

    Mar 22, 2001
    Another building is collapsing...
  9. Red-Seven

    Red-Seven Manager Emeritus star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Oct 21, 1999
    I sit in one of the dives
    On Fifty-second Street
    Uncertain and afraid
    As the clever hopes expire
    Of a low dishonest decade;
    Waves of anger and fear
    Circulate over the bright
    And darkened lands of the earth,
    Obsessing our private lives;
    The unmentionable odour of death
    Offends the September night

    - W. H. Auden, September 1939

    "AN HOUR BEFORE DAWN and this gigantic engine of a city that never sleeps is trying to. It has never been so quiet here. There is no traffic. We are sealed off from the world. The tunnels and bridges are closed. People streamed out of the city yesterday and today will not be permitted back in while workers try to determined the enormity of what has happened. The death and suffering has just begun. Whole floors of the twin towers have been blown to kingdom come. There were people there. The sky rained bodies and paper, plaster and steel and burning jet fuel. Inside the towering apartment buildings and brownstones and tenements hearts are seized with horror and apprehension. We know not what the light will bring. We are a six-degrees-of-separation city. Everyone knows someone who knows someone else. They have not told us yet whom we have lost. They don't even know who is gone.

    And in the stillness, there are tiny signs that life goes on. The New York Post lands with a soft and reassuring plop outside the door. The other papers are struggling to find a way into the city from their outlying printing plants. An E mail says that a long sought handle to an '89 frig has been located and is on the way. The noisy vent fan on the roof of the Chinese restaurant across the street grinds on. The cat knows nothing, simply wants to be fed.

    The television runs the continuous loop of the horror of yesterday on mute. The Mayor is on a local channel, red eyed and broken hearted at the initial loss of 200 fireman and 78 police. On other channels, reruns of ordinarily meticulously groomed talking blondes standing in the street, covered with grime, repeating what they think has happened.

    The stalled papers are being held up on TV. Their front pages say "War." We will never be the same again. We have just begun to weep.

    Pray for us. God Bless America.

    Lucianne Goldberg'

    I wish I was back at home in America. I can't find the words, but others have for me.
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