• The first thing I remember is going into the shower. I don't even remember what time it was, just getting in.

    It was VERY scary going out into my house, and no one was there. Running out of the bathroom, the sound of panic, the smell of smoke, the shake of the building as SOMETHING was happening.

    I was scared, panicking, not thinking straight. I ran to my car, but it wouldn't start, so I looked for a bike, scooter, skateboard, anything that was faster than running. I saw black smoke rising from the Times Square, I don't know why, but i was running towards it. I couldn't control my legs, i saw the danger and went to it. I thought I could help, as an ex-navy S.E.A.L., but I was not prepared for the death and destruction up there.

    I ran in.

    There were people pouring out of the stairwells, bloody, and bruised. I could smell burning flesh.

    And through it all, all I wanted was to run, to escape the tragedy, and death. But I knew tey needed me, so I went up. When I got up there it had already been too long, I could hear as an explosion happened in the Wall Street Journal building.

    As I climbed, pushed, and fought my way through, I heard a loud *CRACK*. I knew that it wasn't gunfire, but I couldn't get the other people to stop panicking. I was getting pushed the way I came, so I started trying to direct traffic, but no one was listening. I saw this kid walking, crying for his mommy, and all I could think of was my daughter, at her mother's, not knowing if I was alright.

    I turned to see a man pull out a pistol, aim into the crowd, and fire.

    Then black.

    No noise, no feeling, nothing.

    I woke to a police officer pointing a gun in my face. As I looked down, I could see a pistol in my hand, and blood pooling around my shoulders.

    Apparently I had killed him, and took his pistol, right in time for the cop to see me, and shoot me in the back, paralyzing me.

    Police officer, "Too bad son, but you're a damn fool."

    As I closed my eyes for the last time, all I could think of was the shower this morning, not getting to enjoy it. Not eating this morning. And that I'm never gonna see my daughter again.