I was in the shower in my apartment on 1st street in Hoboken NJ, listening to Howard Stern when Ralph called in to say that a plane had hit one of the towers and that it was on fire. So I finished up and went over to the TV to see what was going on, figuring it would impact my commute into Manhattan. I was just in time to see the 2nd plane hit on live TV. My initial thought was something like, "HOLY SHIT WTF IS GOING ON". So I got dressed really fast and was going to run down the street to the water front and see it, since the WTC was directly across the river. As I was running down the stairs a maintenance guy was coming up and somehow it was communicated that I should follow him to the roof. On the roof were, maybe 6 other people. We stood there and watched the towers belching massive clouds of black smoke and huge orange flames. Through a shared telephoto camera lens and a pair of binoculars we got a nice, close up view, which included seeing some small "things" falling out of the building. Turns out those were probably people.
At some point we all noticed that the top of one of the towers seemed to me slightly off kilter. A few moments later that tower collapsed into a gigantic, flowering, cloud of dust & smoke. Shortly afterwards the other tower did the same thing. I don't think anyone was able to fully process what we had just watched. but two things really stood out. The first was a young woman on a cell phone, trying to get ahold of someone who was evidently in the WTC; she was having a meltdown. The second was maybe 5 minutes after this all went down everyone was violently startled and we all physically ducked, as at least two military jets came SCREAMING in & flew around lower Manhattan. Oh and looking behind us we could see the top of the palisades, where Jersey City Heights are, was lined with hundreds of people.
Later that day we all went to St Mary's hospital to donate blood, but were turned away, because so many people were trying to donate that they had no more room to store blood. Later on a bunch of people went down to the ferry to help bring injured people to the hospital, since all the hospitals were preparing to treat the injured. It was a creepy slap of reality when there were no injured people, because people hadn't been injured, they had just been killed.
The last thing I really remember from that day was walking up to Stevens university, which stands on a high point, and allows you to look south almost straight down Manhattan from Midtown to the battery, and seeing a huge, smoky, wound in lower Manhattan that reminded me of a WWII photo of London after a bombing. I remember for several days after that every night my head would replay the whole thing over and over and it was really weird & disturbing and made it hard to sleep. Oh and for a while after that, when the wind blew in the right direction you could smell it. It smelled like an electrical fire.
In the weeks & months that followed they put up huge, blue, bulletin boards in the 34th street PATH station, and I would guess elsewhere, so that people could post flyers looking for missing loved ones. It was surreal, since everyone knew that there were no missing people. The missing people were just dead. But these "flyers" were everywhere, and they mostly seemed to be 8.5x11 photocopies, I guess because the people posting them had just run off hundreds of them. Also all throughout that fall & winter there were bicycles locked to the racks outside the Hoboken PATH that just sat there and slowly started to rust/weather, etc., until they were removed. I'm guessing that these were owned by people who died. Also, there were several cars that we noticed parked on the street and in the lots that suffered the same fate. There were also HUGE barges in the Hudson that they piled the debris on. That debris must have contained the remains of people. They sat there for a little while and then were carted away to... somewhere. I've often wondered what they did with all of that material. I remember thinking that someone should document all of this, but at the time it seemed immoral, or unethical, or like some kind of invasive, desecrating act to take pictures of it all. I've actually never seen photos of any of this, which is weird because I would have thought that SOMEONE would have documented it all.
I don't know what else... there was a guy in my office that everyone liked, but I don't remember his name. He was an IT guy. He was engaged to a girl, they were probably in their 20s, and she was killed in the whole mess. I heard that she died in an elevator. It filled with smoke & dust and she suffocated or something. The guy never came back to work so I didn't hear it directly, but that was what we all learned somehow. I think about that more often than anything else from that time. A young girl I didn't even know, choking to death, terrified in a dark, dusty, smoky, elevator. I don't know why, it's weird.