story287.xml
Title
story287.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-03-20
911DA Story: Story
Date: 9/14/2001 5:49:48 PM Eastern Daylight Time
Revised 3/20/2002
Thanks for your concern for all of us.
We got out just in time after the second airplane hit Tower 2. (9/11/2001) The plane went completely into the building allowing all of the survivors (us) included, to rush across the street, north of the Financial Center. We stood there for a short while watching the towering inferno. I saw people jumping from the gash of Tower 1.
All of the USS staff exited the building safely and are alive.
<Note that 9/11 = 911 code-emergency>
Stepping back to the beginning, approx 8:45am, I was looking for a file to support an expense on our July reports. Suddenly, I heard a muffled explosion with echoed report, rocking the tower at least a foot, back and forth, like an amusement park ride. I was thrown against a desk. All filing cabinets slid open. I tried to close them but there were too many. Roger said later to us that he thought that the tower was going to fall. It didn't, allowing us to exit to the stairs, but not until I turned off my computer properly, and coming back again in my office to get as many towels I could get to cover our faces, on the lightly Smokey stairwell. I forgot to douse the towels with water, but it was better than nothing. Amazingly I thought we were going to come back sometime, like in 1993. It was hard to think, to take anything out with me.
Going down the stairs, we went through water, coming from the sprinklers and ceiling, cascading down the stairs. People suddenly stopped moving down and I thought the worst, as I thought there was bomb damage below us and we were going right towards it. I was full of anxiety in my thoughts. We started to move again and finally I saw daylight, out from the stairwell door on the plaza level, overlooking the elevators. From the door we were directed by WTC security to the safest exit. There were bodies near the 1993 Memorial on the plaza outside. The huge windows were all cracked with gaping holes. We then were following each other slowly down the still moving escalator, people screamed to run down faster toward the WTC Marriott Hotel entrance. We were led to the then SAFE, at the time, Tower 2, as mentioned above. (The second airplane hit Tower 2 at the same time we were about to exit to the street). Diane, ahead of us, actually saw the second airplane hit the center. She was right under it. Ron broke up from us to try and locate our other staff members, Crystal, Olga and Maritzela. There were shoes on the ground facing away from the WTC, left behind by someone and all kinds of things in the rush to get away.
We then went to Roger's apartment building, but only Roger was allowed up to his apartment. Eileen, Diane, Mark and I were asked to leave the lobby. We went to the small park behind the building. We could see only one half of Tower 2. It was burning, (another building was in front of it). Because of that obstructed view, when Tower 2 collapsed, it looked like it liquefied and started pouring down, getting lower by steps all the way, like a decreasing waterfall. The sound was like Niagara Falls, from the vantage point of the Maid of the Mist, at the base of the falls in Canada. I will never forget that sound, that rumbling sound. The black acrid smoke chased towards us like a freight train, leaving no time to think of what to do to beat it. There are 10 foot plus walls around the open park area. I did not want to jump due to my recent bipass operation. At this time I did not know where Diane, Eileen or Mark were, I could not see anyone, like a nuclear winter. It was an every man for himself rule at this time. Ron never came back with us. I found out the next day he was alive and well.
The air was getting dark with ash and smoke. I went left to the wall, and saw a table on the ground below. I went over the wall onto the table. I could not see, except for a partial outline of a door frame. I grabbed the frame and pulled it open against people on the other side trying to shut it, to keep the dust out and to limit the people who could get in, lest the room fill up with dust and smoke. This was a restaurant underneath Roger?s building!! I stayed alive for the third time, I thanked God that I was spared again. There actually was a cruller on a dish in front of me. Just me! I felt strange, but I took a piece of it. I thought of everyone else and their ordeal. All was not over. We were given water and napkins to soak with water. One man was injured and was being treated on a table. Firemen walked in and asked for anyone with medical experience to volunteer and also wanted the restaurant as a Command Post. The dust was subsiding and all of us were asked to leave. I took another folded napkin in a basket near the door, to find out later it still had a knife and fork wrapped up in it. I found out later that Mark, Diane and Eileen were picked up by a Fire boat and taken to Jersey City at this time.
I started to walk down the waterside walkway to Battery Park. I reconnected with Roger. He was caring for an 89 year old woman from his apartment. She stayed with us on our trek down to the Ferry Terminal area. We never made it. Tower 1 collapsed, looking like a volcano, with the same furious sound as Tower 2. The smoke and dust was pouring towards us. We kept on walking. I was behind Roger, barely seeing his shoes to guide me. Our faces were looking down to the ground for protection from falling ash and debris, sometimes walking blindly into the bushes nearby. Lucky for all of us, this time, the smoke and ash started to go south away from the waters edge but towards the Ferry Terminal Building. We saw Coast Guard, Fire boats and the New York Waterway Ferries from NJ come to rescue us. They lined up behind the bulkhead railings. Taking on one person at a time, in the middle front of the ferry, ?WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST?. I commented aloud "Just like the Titanic". The WTC towers disintegrating and sinking. People agreed seriously. Roger?s new found friend was taken aboard first. I had to be picked up fireman's style and placed on the deck. I was given first class treatment by the deck hand, checking on me later to see if I was alright. We were taken to Jersey City.
Roger and I walked to all hotels to no avail for a room, ending up at the Courtyard Marriott Hotel. Later that night, Roger got 3 rooms with the help of an HSBC employee that also let us use her phone in the hotel conference room. Most everybody there was in clean suits or casual dress. We were covered; head to toe, in gray ash. Nobody seemed to acknowledge us that we just went through hell on earth. It was a very surreal day! The hotel was holding, honoring, reservations for non arriving passengers from the airport even though all flights were canceled. We set up temporary offices there, as Roger could not go back to his apartment at Battery Park City.
The next day my son picked me up, traveling from Connecticut. The bridges to Staten Island were reopened again on 9/12/01. A military jet flew by, breaking the sound barrier heading towards NYC. What a moving sight in this terrible time! We are at War..........
Home again and alive and well..................
God Bless America!!!
Richard P. LoPresti
United Seamen's Service, Inc.
Chief Accountant
Suite 2161
One World Trade Center
New York, NY 10048
Revised 3/20/2002
Thanks for your concern for all of us.
We got out just in time after the second airplane hit Tower 2. (9/11/2001) The plane went completely into the building allowing all of the survivors (us) included, to rush across the street, north of the Financial Center. We stood there for a short while watching the towering inferno. I saw people jumping from the gash of Tower 1.
All of the USS staff exited the building safely and are alive.
<Note that 9/11 = 911 code-emergency>
Stepping back to the beginning, approx 8:45am, I was looking for a file to support an expense on our July reports. Suddenly, I heard a muffled explosion with echoed report, rocking the tower at least a foot, back and forth, like an amusement park ride. I was thrown against a desk. All filing cabinets slid open. I tried to close them but there were too many. Roger said later to us that he thought that the tower was going to fall. It didn't, allowing us to exit to the stairs, but not until I turned off my computer properly, and coming back again in my office to get as many towels I could get to cover our faces, on the lightly Smokey stairwell. I forgot to douse the towels with water, but it was better than nothing. Amazingly I thought we were going to come back sometime, like in 1993. It was hard to think, to take anything out with me.
Going down the stairs, we went through water, coming from the sprinklers and ceiling, cascading down the stairs. People suddenly stopped moving down and I thought the worst, as I thought there was bomb damage below us and we were going right towards it. I was full of anxiety in my thoughts. We started to move again and finally I saw daylight, out from the stairwell door on the plaza level, overlooking the elevators. From the door we were directed by WTC security to the safest exit. There were bodies near the 1993 Memorial on the plaza outside. The huge windows were all cracked with gaping holes. We then were following each other slowly down the still moving escalator, people screamed to run down faster toward the WTC Marriott Hotel entrance. We were led to the then SAFE, at the time, Tower 2, as mentioned above. (The second airplane hit Tower 2 at the same time we were about to exit to the street). Diane, ahead of us, actually saw the second airplane hit the center. She was right under it. Ron broke up from us to try and locate our other staff members, Crystal, Olga and Maritzela. There were shoes on the ground facing away from the WTC, left behind by someone and all kinds of things in the rush to get away.
We then went to Roger's apartment building, but only Roger was allowed up to his apartment. Eileen, Diane, Mark and I were asked to leave the lobby. We went to the small park behind the building. We could see only one half of Tower 2. It was burning, (another building was in front of it). Because of that obstructed view, when Tower 2 collapsed, it looked like it liquefied and started pouring down, getting lower by steps all the way, like a decreasing waterfall. The sound was like Niagara Falls, from the vantage point of the Maid of the Mist, at the base of the falls in Canada. I will never forget that sound, that rumbling sound. The black acrid smoke chased towards us like a freight train, leaving no time to think of what to do to beat it. There are 10 foot plus walls around the open park area. I did not want to jump due to my recent bipass operation. At this time I did not know where Diane, Eileen or Mark were, I could not see anyone, like a nuclear winter. It was an every man for himself rule at this time. Ron never came back with us. I found out the next day he was alive and well.
The air was getting dark with ash and smoke. I went left to the wall, and saw a table on the ground below. I went over the wall onto the table. I could not see, except for a partial outline of a door frame. I grabbed the frame and pulled it open against people on the other side trying to shut it, to keep the dust out and to limit the people who could get in, lest the room fill up with dust and smoke. This was a restaurant underneath Roger?s building!! I stayed alive for the third time, I thanked God that I was spared again. There actually was a cruller on a dish in front of me. Just me! I felt strange, but I took a piece of it. I thought of everyone else and their ordeal. All was not over. We were given water and napkins to soak with water. One man was injured and was being treated on a table. Firemen walked in and asked for anyone with medical experience to volunteer and also wanted the restaurant as a Command Post. The dust was subsiding and all of us were asked to leave. I took another folded napkin in a basket near the door, to find out later it still had a knife and fork wrapped up in it. I found out later that Mark, Diane and Eileen were picked up by a Fire boat and taken to Jersey City at this time.
I started to walk down the waterside walkway to Battery Park. I reconnected with Roger. He was caring for an 89 year old woman from his apartment. She stayed with us on our trek down to the Ferry Terminal area. We never made it. Tower 1 collapsed, looking like a volcano, with the same furious sound as Tower 2. The smoke and dust was pouring towards us. We kept on walking. I was behind Roger, barely seeing his shoes to guide me. Our faces were looking down to the ground for protection from falling ash and debris, sometimes walking blindly into the bushes nearby. Lucky for all of us, this time, the smoke and ash started to go south away from the waters edge but towards the Ferry Terminal Building. We saw Coast Guard, Fire boats and the New York Waterway Ferries from NJ come to rescue us. They lined up behind the bulkhead railings. Taking on one person at a time, in the middle front of the ferry, ?WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST?. I commented aloud "Just like the Titanic". The WTC towers disintegrating and sinking. People agreed seriously. Roger?s new found friend was taken aboard first. I had to be picked up fireman's style and placed on the deck. I was given first class treatment by the deck hand, checking on me later to see if I was alright. We were taken to Jersey City.
Roger and I walked to all hotels to no avail for a room, ending up at the Courtyard Marriott Hotel. Later that night, Roger got 3 rooms with the help of an HSBC employee that also let us use her phone in the hotel conference room. Most everybody there was in clean suits or casual dress. We were covered; head to toe, in gray ash. Nobody seemed to acknowledge us that we just went through hell on earth. It was a very surreal day! The hotel was holding, honoring, reservations for non arriving passengers from the airport even though all flights were canceled. We set up temporary offices there, as Roger could not go back to his apartment at Battery Park City.
The next day my son picked me up, traveling from Connecticut. The bridges to Staten Island were reopened again on 9/12/01. A military jet flew by, breaking the sound barrier heading towards NYC. What a moving sight in this terrible time! We are at War..........
Home again and alive and well..................
God Bless America!!!
Richard P. LoPresti
United Seamen's Service, Inc.
Chief Accountant
Suite 2161
One World Trade Center
New York, NY 10048
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