A guy is on the phone with 911 when 2 WTC goes down.
It’s been up for a few years, but I just came across it and, well, in some ways I’m sorry I did. These videos can still evoke unspeakable anger and inestimable sadness simultaneously. I’m still trying to decide which it is for me. Maybe both.
I think the poor operator knew it was hopeless.
Wow, I’m sorry I watched it too. That was horrible.
Good God, how horrible.
Damn 
I’d never seen this before, either. Those poor people, what a horrible way to go. In a way 911 has been so “overplayed” (for lack of a better word), and certainly abused (by politics) that we maybe have become, I don’t know, a little detached from it?
It’s very humbling to see what it was really all about. Which is exactly what this clip does.
Again: damn.
From his wikipedia page:
The Wikipedia link alleging that this recording was played at Moussaoui’s trial doesn’t go anywhere. I hope it was. This recording, and these pictures, should be replayed more – people have forgotten what they said they’d never forget. You can multiply Cosgrove’s story over 2,000 times. Anger is too small a word for what I feel. And I am generally a gentle and non-confrontational person. I cannot say what should be done to those who planned these attacks. It would be too obscene. Those murdering bastards.
Why exactly would it be beneficial to make people upset and angry by being shown these things all the time? The type of people who did this unspeakable act aren’t watching and don’t care, and everyone else didn’t do anything to deserve having their day ruined, nor did they “forget” anything except what you NEED to forget about tragedies in order to get on with your life and not sit around crying all day.
Who says I’m sitting around crying all day? Who says I’m not getting on with my life, as you put it? I guess in 1942 you’d have given the same advice to those who were obsessing about Pearl Harbor, tell them to just forget about it and get on with life? What else shall we forget about?
Jesus. I’ve been having heart palpitations on and off for the past 5 days, and that video didn’t help. Right after the end, my legs went numb. That poor, poor man.
(Just so’s ya knows – don’t worry about the heart palps. I’ve been checked out and either nothing is wrong or I’m in for a big surprise, because they tell me it’s anxiety.)
Oh God. There are no words for the terror that men and women suffered that day. His final words will be in head forever.
If ever a crime merited the death penalty, this one is it. There were a couple of babies on one of the planes, too. Babies.
At least the poor babies didn’t know what was happening.
But their mothers did.
Well, how about the Darfur Conflict? What about the 25,000 people who die each day from starvation? There’s a lot of suffering going on in this world, and narrowly focusing on one incident and nursing outrage can shut out the bigger picture and prevent us from making rational decisions.
Let’s not forget about the 80,000+ Iraqi deaths (a very conservative estimate) that happened as a direct and indirect result of invading Iraq. A war that was largely sold to the public using outrage over 9/11.
I don’t think you can weigh deaths in one arena against deaths in another. Suffice to say that all of the situations are tragic, and yet more evidence that humanity has a long way to go before we can consider ourselves moral beings.
Did people obsess about Pearl Harbor in 1942, though? Or were they caught up in what was happening from day to day?
Other than fellow members of the human race I had no close relatives in the WTC.
I will never forgive those murderous bastards for what they did that day
Last September 11th, I decided to see if I could find some video from 9/11 to revisit the experience that seemed oh, so long ago my freshman year of college. I was a clueless kid living in Michigan but my roommate was from New York and so were scores of people in my dorm, so the morning was really a bunch of unbelievable chaos that eventually settled into comfortable numbness toward the end of the day.
Anyways, the events of that day and their aftermath have been so intellectualized to death that I really thought it would be a good idea to get in touch with the emotional core of the experience. I expected to have a good long cry and then go about my day.
I found this video (which I’m not watching again, sorry.)
I didn’t cry at all. I was immediately sick to my stomach. I wish I’d never watched it.