The firefighters working on top of the twisted steel would yell for cutting tools, we would pass them up the same line we were taking debris down from. Watching the firefighters work without fear of injury, trying to save their fallen brothers is something that I will never forget. I could feel their desperation. Yelling hot, heavy, as we passed the debris down from the top, mangled pieces of steel, buckets of dust then we would hear a yell QUITE! No one moved, then the call, its a stand down, everyone off the rubble.