Brian Clark in his office on the 84th floor of the South Tower, about a year before the attack.
Brian Clark, an executive vice
president at Euro Brokers, a
brokerage firm that had offices on the 84th floor of 2 World Trade
Center, was one of only a few people to escape either tower from above
the floors where the planes struck. In this interview for the NOVA
program "Why the Towers Fell," assistant producer Matt Barrett simply
let the camera roll as Clark told his astounding tale. Only slightly
edited for clarity here, the interview reveals, in vividly recalled
detail, how snap decisions, gut instinct, and a touch of luck worked
together in Clark's favor and that of the man whose life he saved. The
following is Brian’s account of what happened…
Like any normal day I arrived at about 7:15 in the morning. That
particular day was more or less flawless weather—beautiful day, blue
sky. I don't remember the temperature, but we had an unseasonably warm
fall, and I'm assuming that that day was equally pleasant.
I have been at Euro Brokers for over 29 years now. I started as a
trainee broker in 1973, and for the last 14 or 15 years I've been in
management. Most recently my title's been Executive Vice President.
I've been one of several people who manage the company. One minor
responsibility I had that turned out to be significant that day,
however, was I was one of about eight or 10 people that had volunteered
to be a fire marshal.
THE FIRST PLANE
As I said, I arrived about 7:15 and got my morning coffee. I went about
my normal chores. I don't really recall any extraordinary events that
morning until 8:46 and change, when, sitting with my back to the west
wall—I had a private office, with my desk facing my door and my back to
the window—I heard an enormous thump. I didn't feel any vibration, but
there was a noticeable sound like a boom or thump, and the lights
buzzed for a second. My eyes jerked up to look at my overhead lights.
There was suddenly this glare, and my attention was immediately caught.
I spun my head around, and the entire airspace behind me was filled
with flame. I didn't know what it was at the time, but it was the fuel
from the first jet hitting the North Tower that had gone right through
that tower and out over the airspace, south of Tower One, the North
Tower. That same airspace was west of the South Tower, the tower I was
in on the 84th floor.
My immediate thought was there had been an explosion one or two floors
above our office. That's what I thought had happened in that first
instant. Being one of the fire marshals, I was equipped with a whistle
and flashlight in my office. I jumped up, grabbed them, put the whistle
around my neck, and more or less yelled, "Get out! Everybody get out!"
This all took me five seconds. When I looked behind me out the window,
the flames were all gone, and thousands of papers were just fluttering
in the air, the edges of which were all on fire. It was like flaming
confetti. Very strange.
I should have realized but didn't realize at the time that the area
that all this was happening in was so huge. But I still wasn't
computing that in my mind; still it was two floors up in my mind. So I
ran out of my office, just a yard or two into an area where some
accountants sit, and other people in offices, and I said, "Come on,
let's go, there has been an explosion," and I started to get people off
Now, we are a trading operation. Our customers are not individuals, but
large financial trading institutions around the world, like a Barclay's
Bank or the Royal Bank of Canada. So we have in our trading floor many
television sets tuned to financial news information. Well, all of these
stations cut away to their news departments, and there were these
breaking news stories that an airplane had hit the World Trade Center.
The story developed literally within minutes, and we understood fairly
soon, I would say within three or four minutes, that an airliner had
hit One World Trade Center. At least that's my recollection of the time
Well, we knew now that the damage had been done to Tower One, not our
Tower, so we relaxed a little bit about evacuation. Nonetheless, many
people in the first minute had bolted for the stairs and were on their
way down. Good news in retrospect, but at the time it was like, Oh boy,
I guess we don't have to leave. The TV sets were telling us, and now
there were photographs of One World Trade Center and the smoke coming
out of the upper floors, I think the 92nd floor and above. The fire
marshals like myself were content to let people go or stay. Really, in
a way, it didn't matter.
I called my wife and told her, "You know, you won't believe this but
Tower One has been hit. We are fine where we are. Relax, turn on the
TV, there is a developing story there, find out what's happening."
At about five minutes to nine there was an announcement by the Port
Authority within our building. First the strobe lights flashed, as they
did during their normal fire drills. The alarm system gave a little bit
of a whoop whoop, you know, to alert you to an announcement about to be
made. Then the very familiar voice, the one we heard all the time, came
over the system and said, "Building Two is secure. There is no need to
evacuate Building Two. If you are in the midst of evacuation, you may
return to your office by using the re-entry doors on the re-entry
floors and the elevators to return to your office. Repeat, Building Two
And they went through the whole story again. So this was reinforcement
that there was no need to evacuate. I am strictly guessing but I would
think we were perhaps down to about 25 people left on our floor at the
time of the announcement. (I had gone for a walk through our office.)
Now, as I say, the pressure was off, and there wasn't a panic, although
we were greatly concerned about what was going on in Tower One.
If you went to the north wall windows, you could look up and see the
flames and the smoke and regrettably people now starting to jump,
because of heat, smoke, or whatever it was. I'm only telling this
secondhand because I personally could not take myself to the window to
view that. I just didn't want that image burned in my brain, and I'm
forever grateful that I didn't go and take in that sight.
One girl in particular—Susan her name was—turned from the window when
she noticed the first person (for her) jump. She hadn't noticed it
before, and she spun around in tears almost frantically, ran to me, and
said "Oh, Brian, it's terrible. People are dying." I said, "Susan, it's
a terrible tragedy," and I put my arms around her, and I said "Come on,
let's get you more composed," and we walked out of the trading floor
down the hall. In the building the center core was crossed hallways.
There was a north-south hallway and an east-west hallway. I walked with
her from the east side through the center core to the west side, where
the ladies room was, and she went into the ladies room. (Regrettably,
Susan did not survive the eventual collapse of the building.)
THE SECOND PLANE
I continued on to the west side near my office. I was fairly near the
windows talking with two or three people, including especially Bobby
Coll. I was looking him in the eye having a conversation with him when
at apparently 9:03—I didn't check my watch—the second plane hit the
south side of our building at approximately the 78th, 79th, and 80th
floors. Our room fell apart at that moment, a complete destruction
without an explosion—very strange things. The lights went out, but we
were near the window so there was daylight. Again, there was this sort
of thump, this explosion without fire and flame, a very strange
There was a twist, if you like, to the building when it got hit, and
therefore the plane's hitting explained some things to me later, like
why the ceiling fell apart. The ceiling tiles and some of the brackets
and so on fell; some air conditioning ducts, speakers, cables, and
things like that that were in the ceiling fell. I seem to have a sense
that some of the floor tiles even buckled a bit or were moved. Some of
the walls, I recall vaguely, were actually torn in a jagged direction
rather than up and down. Again perhaps explained by the torque, some of
the door frames popped out of the wall and partially fell or fully
For seven to 10 seconds there was this enormous sway in the building.
It was one way, and I just felt in my heart, Oh my gosh, we are going
over. That's what it felt like. Now, on windy days prior to that there
was a little bit of a sway to the building. You got used to it; you
didn't notice it. The window blinds would go clack clack as they swung.
As I said, for a good seven to ten seconds I thought it was
over—horrible feeling—but then the building righted itself. It didn't
sway back and forth; it just went one way, it seemed, and then back,
and we were stable again.
I was looking at Bobby Coll square in the eyes, and we knew in an
instant that it was terrorism. I mean, there wasn't for sure terrorism
on people's minds when the first building had been hit. Was it pilot
error? Was it instrument error? Or just a one-off suicide? Horrible as
it was, you didn't know for certain that it was terrorism. But when the
second building got hit you instantly calculated the two of them:
So we knew we were in a difficult situation at that point in time. I
fortunately had a flashlight with me, and I'm glad I did. I switched it
on, and we started out of the room. Our room was not black with smoke
but sort of white with chalky construction dust. It was incredibly
dusty and dirty as we made our way out of the room and over some debris
that had fallen from the ceiling and so on past the ladies room where I
had taken Susan maybe 10 minutes earlier, and we went to this center
core, this crossroads in the middle of the building.
At that point, had we gone three or four yards straight ahead to the
east, we would have come to Stairway B. I have no idea what condition
it was in because we didn't know what had happened, we didn't know
where this plane had hit, we didn't know if it was a plane, we didn't
know anything other than suddenly we were in chaos and our building had
been hit. I could have turned right three yards to Stairway C, closer
to the impact point. I had no idea what condition that stairway was in.
Miraculously, at random I turned left to Stairway A, which on the floor
plate is the farthest from where the impact really was.
So we started down that stairway. We only went three floors. There was
a group of seven of us, myself and six others. I remember some of the
names. Now, I know everybody at Euro Brokers, but in my mind somehow I
blanked out who those other grey shapes were; they were farther up the
stairs a bit, not in the light of the flashlight. I do remember Bobby
Coll, Kevin York, David Vera, and Ron DiFrancesco.
We met two people that had come up from the 80th floor, a heavy-set
woman and by comparison a rather frail male companion of hers, a
workmate. She was saying from the landing below, "Stop, stop you've got
to go up," and she labored up to join us, moving very slowly; she was
such a big woman. She said, "You've got to go up. You can't go down.
There is too much smoke and flames below." I had my flashlight, and I
was shining it in each face as people made comments, and an argument
ensued as to what we should do.
At the same moment as this argument was going on I heard bang, bang,
bang, thump, thump, thump, "Help! Help! I'm buried. I can't breathe. Is
anybody there? Can you help me?," a strange voice coming from within
the 81st floor. I heard this voice, and it caused me to lose
concentration in this argument that was going on about whether to head
up or down. I grabbed Ron by the sleeve, and I said "Come on, Ron.
Let's get this fellow."
The fire escape door had blown away from the wall a bit, but we were
able to push the dry wall back and step between the door frame and the
dry wall, squeeze onto the 81st floor, which was in darkness, but again
I had my flashlight. I scanned the room, and I said, "Who's there?
Where are you?" He said, "Oh, I can see your light."
What my light beam was showing me was similar to being on a very foggy
road at night, because it was white dust everywhere. He said, "No, to
the right ... to the left ..." In about a minute, Ron and I located his
voice. He said, "Can you see my hand?" His hand was sticking out of the
wall, or not the wall but this area where he was covered and blocked by
some debris. He was waving his hand frantically, and my light picked up
his hand. I said, "Okay, see you now."
And at that moment my associate Ron who came down with me was overcome with smoke. He had a gym bag or a briefcase with him, and he was sort of putting it in front of his face in an attempt to filter the air. It
clearly wasn't working, and Ron, with eyes shut, backed off the floor.
He was almost completely overcome by the smoke.
Again, miraculously, I was in a bubble. I was breathing fine. I was
squinting a bit, but I could work, and I struggled to get debris away
from Stanley—I found out later his name was Stanley Praimnath; he
worked at Fuji Bank.
We got to the point I couldn't do any more work from my side, and I
said, "You've got to jump. You've got to get over this last barrier."
Well, he jumped once and fell back down. I said, "Come on, you've got
to do this. It's the only way out." I reached in again, and Stanley
jumped, and I got him by the collar or the shoulder or somewhere there.
He said later that I just pulled him up like Superman. I don't remember
having this extraordinary strength, but he says it really did happen
that way. I pulled him out and onto me, and we fell in a heap and
embraced. It was an exciting moment, it really was.
Now, I didn't know whether Ron had gone up or down, I assumed down
because he was with me going down. I learned later that Ron went up; in
fact, he went all the way up to the 91st floor. He later told me that
he lay on the floor there for 10 minutes until he panicked. He told me,
"I had to see my wife. I had to see my kids at all costs. I was gonna
make it out." And he went to the stairway and went all the way down,
following me, I guess, by five to seven minutes, because I took my time
going down the stairway. It was not intentional; it was just that some
So Stanley and I went back to the stairs on the 81st floor, and we
began down. The first five floors were difficult, because in certain
areas dry wall had been blown off the wall and was lying propped up
against the railing. We had to move it, shove it to the side. The
sprinkler system had turned on and had started to do something, but it
wasn't doing its job as it should, so there was water sloshing down the
stairways. It was dark.
Now, the stairways didn't go straight down. There was one particular
area around the 78th floor, I think, where you actually came to some
strange twists. So we had to figure that out in the darkness, but we
made some fortunate decisions. Around the 74th floor, I would say, we
broke into what I call fresh air. The lights were on. It was normal
conditions. There was not a problem breathing, and there was nobody
there, not a soul, just Stanley and me. We were starting to have normal
conversation. He was cut and bruised a bit, but he was fine conversing.
I think he had his shirt off; he was just in his undershirt.
We continued on down. On the 68th floor, we met one man walking up. The
man's name was Jose Marrero. He worked for Euro Brokers for many years.
He worked in our security department, and he was also one of our fire
marshals. Jose, I learned later, had been with many people of ours all
the way down into the 30s and 40s on the stairway and figured, I guess,
that he had done his job. Then he heard Dave Vera, who had started down
with me, on his walkie-talkie saying that he needed help; he was
helping people, could he get help.
So Jose, hero that he was, was walking up, perspiring, carrying his
walkie-talkie. He said, "Oh, I can hear Dave above. I'm gonna help." I
said, "Jose, Dave's a big boy, he can get out. We've just come through
hell to get here. Come on down with us." "No, no, no," he said. "I'll
be fine. I can help." Then Jose kept marching up. Jose was about 35
years old and quite fit, but when I passed him he was understandably
laboring to climb the stairs. But he kept going. I don't know how high
he got or what he found.
Stanley and I continued down until we got to the 44th floor—straight
shot, saw nobody. On the 44th floor we went off, because I knew that
was one of the sky lobbies in the Trade Center. There were sky lobbies
on the 44th and 78th floors. Conditions on the 44th floor were normal
other than there was nobody there, except for one—I'm guessing at his
age—middle 60s, maybe 70s even Port Authority security guard who was
tending to a Caucasian male lying flat on the floor moaning in pain,
with massive head wounds. The security guard was saying, "I need help.
My phones don't work, but I need medical attention for this man. I'll
stay with him, I'll tend him, but you must promise to get help as soon
as you can telephone somebody." Stanley and I said "okay" and went back
to the stair.
THE CONFERENCE ROOM
We went down again. Nobody on the stairway at all. Easy travel, just
the two of us. Lights on, fresh air all the way down to the 31st floor,
where we went in at random and got into somebody's office. I don't know
whether it was an advertising agency or a lawyer's office; I don't know
whose it was. We got into their conference room, and each grabbed a
I called my wife to tell her here's where I am; we'll have this great
celebration at home. I hadn't talked to her since about five to nine, I
suppose, and this was about 20 to 10. My wife had turned on the TV, and
the first thing she had seen was the second plane slam into our
building. So she had no idea where I was for that 45-minute stretch. I
told her I was fine. Stanley talked to his wife, told her similar news.
I then called 9-1-1—coincidence 9/11—and was put on hold. This was a
disturbing thing at the time. I got ahold of them right away and told
them about this fellow on the 44th floor that needed medical attention,
but they put me on hold. They said, "You must tell your story to
somebody higher up the chain" and clicked me off. I'd wait until
somebody came on, I'd recite the story, and "Oh, just a minute. You
must tell somebody else." I mean, there was something clearly odd about
what was going on there. They were answering the phone in a hurry, and
I understand now they were completely overwhelmed at the time.
I was asked for a third time to tell somebody else my story, and I just
laid down the law. I said, "No. I have given you the details. Here they
are one more time," and I wouldn't let that person off the phone. I
said, "I'm gonna tell you this once, and then I'm hanging up." I went
through the details about the 44th floor, man on the ground, need a
medic, need a stretcher, goodbye." I put down the phone. I don't feel
badly about that but it was a strange, strange event in the midst of
this whole story. We were probably in that conference room for four
minutes I would think, and then it was back to the stairs.
THE GROUND FLOOR
Now, bear in mind we had no idea that the building was about to fall.
We were taking our time. In fact, I said to Stanley at one point, "Hey,
let's not go too fast here. I'd hate to break an ankle and have to walk
30 floors or something." So we took our time getting down. We went all
the way down, again with nobody on the stairs, not firemen coming up,
nobody else evacuating. So all the way down to the Plaza level. We came
out by what's known as the "half-price ticket booth," where they sold
theater tickets for half price. This was on the north side of the South
Tower facing the Plaza.
We came out and stared, awestruck. What we looked at was normally a
flowing fountain, vendors with their wagons, business people coming to
and from the building, tourists everywhere. It was a beautiful people
place, yet this area, several acres I'm sure, was dead; it was a
moonscape. It looked like it had been deserted for 100 years, and we
had just discovered it.
It was surreal, the whole thing was surreal. We stared at it for 20 or
30 seconds with our jaws dropped, saying, "What is happening here, this
is very strange." We went down an escalator that wasn't working—all
electricity was off, other than the emergency electricity, I guess, in
the stairway—and through some revolving doors, because the women at the
bottom of the escalator said to us, "If you're gonna leave the building
you have to go this way, through there, and go down to the Victoria
Secret shop, turn right, and exit by the Sam Goody store."
We knew where that was, so we walked very casually down that hallway,
down the second hallway, and we were passing firemen and policemen who were going about their business, walking normal speeds. I didn't sense
there was panic. It looked like they were under control, doing their
job. There were other evacuees like Stanley and me, but there was no
running or crowds. It was more or less deserted.
We got out to the south exit of Four World Trade Center on the
southeast corner of the complex. Firemen and policemen stood at the
door. One said, "Whoa, wait a minute fellows, if you are gonna cross
Liberty Street, you had better go for it. There is debris falling from
above." I recall saying, "Should I look up?" He said, "Well, I
wouldn't. Just go for it."
I couldn't make myself do that. I crept out under the eaves, and I
cautioned a look up this way and that way, and I said, "All right,
Stanley, I don't see anything coming. Are you ready?" He said, "Yup,"
and after one more check, I said, "All right, let's go," and we ran
across Liberty Street, which is quite wide at that point, several
lanes. There was nobody there. It was very much like a demilitarized
zone. There was no traffic. There were some emergency vehicles around
but certainly no movement and really not very many people; people were
Across the road you could see some people standing in doorways
protecting themselves from anything that might have been falling. We
ran across the street, past the fire hall, which is on the corner, and
up another block and caught our breath. There was a deli owner there. I
said, "Have you got any water?" He went in and just handed us this
water in bottles and said, "Here you go." I said, "Thank you." He said,
"In fact, here is a breakfast platter. I don't think anybody is going
to be picking that up." And he gave me this great tray with some fresh
fruit on it and some sweet rolls. He was a very generous fellow at the
time considering the conditions.
I carried this with me another block to the west side of Trinity
Church, where we met a couple of ministers. That's when Stanley broke
down. He cried to these ministers, "This man saved my life." He
completely broke down. I was overcome with emotion as well, and I said,
"You know, Stanley, you may think I saved your life but I think you
saved my life, too. You got me out of that argument as to whether I
should go up or go down. I'm here, and I'm fine, and it's because of
your voice in the darkness that I made it." We embraced, and the
ministers had a quick prayer, and one of them said, "You know, the
church is open if you would like to go in there."
Stanley and I looked at each other, and we nodded and said, "All right,
let's do that." So we walked to the south side of Trinity Church, which
is a street that slopes up. As we walked up it we got higher and
higher, and with the wall in relation to us going lower, we could now
turn around and see the World Trade Center. We grabbed onto the fence
railing of the cemetery and looked through the grate up at the Trade
Center, and Stanley said to me, "You know, I think those buildings
could go down." I said, "There is no way. Those are steel structures.
That's furniture and paper and carpeting and draperies and things like
that that are burning." But I didn't finish the sentence when Tower Two
started to slide down.
I would say that we'd been out of the building maybe five minutes when
the building collapsed. It disappeared into its own dust. What I
thought had happened at that instant was only the top third or quarter
of the building down to the fire line had collapsed. It was a horrible
feeling. I mean, our whole escape was horrible when it was happening,
but you at least thought people had a chance—until that moment. Then I
knew that certainly in the top quarter of the tower there was no
chance. We just stared at it in awe, not realizing what was happening
We stared, watching, with nobody running or anything initially. But
then this great tsunami of dust came over the church. Everybody looked
up, and, as in a disaster movie, everybody started running in fear of
the debris and dust that might be in there. But I knew there was
nothing solid that was going to harm me, that the building hadn't
fallen over. I knew that. But you didn't want to breathe the junk that
was in there, so we ran down Broadway to 42 Broadway. We went into that building as the dust and smoke was catching up to our backsides. We got into that lobby with many other people, strangers doing the same thing.
The air was clean in there, and people were milling around.
I realized then that I was still carrying the silly fruit platter, so I
plumped that down on the reception desk there, and people started
digging into it. It was an odd thing that I didn't just chuck it aside
when I was running. I wasn't even aware that I was carrying it.
We stayed for at least half an hour, I suppose. The ash settled. We
went out the east side of that building, which was onto New Street. It
was like a winter's day, grey sky. I suppose it was a quarter of an
inch of dust and ash everywhere, but it looked like freshly fallen fine
snow. We walked in amazement down the street. I was still thinking, of
course, that only the top part of the tower had slid off or slid into
itself or something like that. No cell phones, no land lines were
working. There was no way to communicate with anybody by telephone.
We wandered over to the east side of Manhattan, the East River. Stanley
gave me his business card, and thank goodness he did, because in the
crowd that was walking, he and I suddenly got parted. He just
disappeared into the crowd. I yelled and looked and walked back and
forth but he was gone. I was very grateful I had his business card at
that point, because I knew that he was real. My initial thought was,
Whoa, this was an angel; this didn't happen. It was a strange feeling
that slipped over me. But, hey, I had his business card, so I knew he
I wandered up FDR Drive on the east side of the island, thinking I was
going to have to walk to mid-town to somehow get home to northern New
Jersey where I live. But in this fog, in this white, wintry day, I
heard someone on a bullhorn, "Next ferry for Jersey City." That's
strange, I thought. I didn't even know there were ferries over here.
Well, what the ferry company had done was reroute their ferries to the
east side of the island; there's a pier over there, Pier 11. I thought,
This is wonderful.
I jumped on that ferry. They certainly weren't charging. We sailed
around the southern tip of Manhattan, up the Hudson River, and as we
got parallel to the World Trade Center—the wind was blowing from north
to south that day—it was then that I and many other people realized for
the first time that both towers were completely down.
I also realized that the first hint that I'd had of the second tower,
that is, Tower One, coming down was when I had gotten on that ferry 15
minutes earlier, because a black cloud had enveloped the boat as I was
getting on it. It was noticeable that with the South Tower, the one
that fell first, the ensuing ash was white and grey, whereas with the
second tower that fell, the North Tower, it was black. Now, if that was
because it burned longer or what I don't know, but it was a noticeable
But as we got parallel we could look over and see that both towers were
gone. It was just a surreal feeling. Disbelief. How could this happen?
Of course, at the time we knew nothing about the planes being hijacked,
nothing about the Pentagon, nothing about the plane going down in
Pennsylvania, or the FAA getting all planes out of the air. We were
completely in the dark. But we could look off to the Trade Center on
our right and see that this building I had worked in for 27 years was
gone. It was a staggering thought. There was silence. People just
couldn't believe it.
We sailed in silence to Harborside in Jersey City and got off the
ferry. Well, I ran to the ticket booth. I think I was the first person
there. I asked the lady if I could use the phone, and she said,
"Absolutely." I called my wife, and I could hear the cheers back at
home. This is now about 11:15, I think, and my building came down
sometime around 10 a.m. The last time I had talked to my wife was at
about 20 to 10, so for over an hour and a half she had no idea where I
was. Certainly for an hour and 15 minutes she had seen the tower down
and was quite beside herself.
Fortunately, the house was full of people. My wife, Dianne, had some
neighbors there, members of our church, our minister. My older son, his
wife and three children were there, along with my older daughter and my
younger son and his fiancé. My youngest daughter is at school in
Toronto, so she wasn't there, but it was a house full of people. So
when I called, there was a great cheer of relief and just agony
They wanted to come and get me. I said, "Well, look, I know the traffic
in the area will be horrible." So I ended up, with hundreds of other
people, walking about a mile north. I was pretty tired at this point,
but I walked that mile to the Hoboken train terminal. As I walked into
the terminal at five to noon, there was an announcement that the 11:30
train, which had been delayed, would be leaving in five minutes. "All
aboard for such and such a station," which was the station I needed to
go to. So there was another bit of luck. I got on the train, and it
left five minutes later.
I rode all the way to my station, got in my car, and drove the next 15
minutes to my home. When I hit the driveway, I honked the horn awfully
loudly many times. There was then a front lawn full of tears and a
reunion, and then for days the telephone didn't stop ringing. It was
friends from all over the world, media, widows. (You know, we wouldn't
call them widows at the time; their husbands were missing.)
Now, Ronnie, who I told you had gone up to the 91st floor and later
told me he panicked and went down, when he exited the building it was
at the very time when Tower Two was starting to fall. So the moment I
was watching the building from Trinity Church was exactly the moment he
was coming out of the same place I did, and he was caught in an
explosion. He heard the explosion, swirled around, and a fireball was
rushing at him from right at the doors where he was about to leave the
He didn't remember much those first several days, but he is now back at work on a part-time basis recovering and doing a great job. He's one of the heroes in my mind, because of that determination to get out.
That's my story. It was a long, horrific day, but for me it turned out
all right. For many others, I'm deeply saddened that they aren't here.
We lost 61 people in total, some of whom I think were either caught in
elevators coming back to the office or had come back to the office.
We'll never know for sure whether it was a wingtip and flames that
caused their demise right on the 84th floor in the east side of the
building, where a lot of our traders were, or whether it was smoke when they went higher, or whether it was the collapse of the building.
Nonetheless, as I say, we lost 61 friends—dear friends that we worked with and laughed with for years.