I was sitting in my office about 2 blocks away (which is pretty far in NYC). We heard a bang and the building shook. We thought an elevator had failed or something.
Then we saw the smoke and turned on the TV that is used for witness prep (one of those on a big cart to roll around). We got channel 3 on without an antenna by getting it close to the window.
We did a lock down of the building per security protocol, as it was obvious this was an attack. No one in or out.
I called my family and told them to stay put.
Then the second plane hit. It apparently flew right past us, but we didn’t see it at all.
Smoke started really going and people fleeing.
We opened the building up to get people out of the smoke and dust. Lots of people slept on our carpet.
Power went out. Back up power went on, but land lines didn’t work. Cells went out and stayed out. Internet worked long enough to send an email to family saying we were stuck but otherwise just fine.
Spent the next 2 days hauling water and little cheese/peanut butter crackers (it’s what we had) from the giant supply room to the lobby to give to whoever wanted it. Up and down 30 flights of stairs. We eventually got smart enough to do a chain.
We ran out of toilet paper. This almost started a fight, but cooler heads prevailed. (You can make printer paper very soft with a little bit of effort and rubbing against a desk edge.)
Ate cheese crackers for 2 days. Prayed a lot.
Cannot even see cheese crackers without thinking of 9/11.
A giant package of TP is in my emergency supplies.