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9/12/01 I arrived in Manhattan to work at the trade center site. The smell of charred buildings, bodies, and chemistry was thick. Overhead the shrieks of F16’s and F18’s made me nearly hit the deck every 40 minutes or so. I am glad I was not in Manhattan today.

What the fuck were they thinking?

Written by Krypt3ia

2009/04/28 at 00:41