No ma’am, that is not plagiarized, made up, or pulled out of my ass. It is a true eyewitness account by your’s truly. It is the first time I have written down what I saw on that fateful day in prose.

Like the Fred Reed essay, the eyewitness account reads very much like a crafted essay one might find in a newspaper or magazine, not at all like a spontaneous blog comment, and it is a stand-alone piece that does not related directly to either the OP or any comments. In fact, it is strange that Bluejeeves, who seems to have been directly impacted by the 9/11 experience, has not expressed any outrage at the exploitation of 9/11 in political cartoons and advertising.

Oh but wait..I forgot, foreigners have something that Koreans don’t have…it’s called “civility” and “tact” which prevents us from engaging in such low class,dirty acts.

Just as a side note, notice how in Japan, the building accidents occur from natural disasters. In Korea, the buildings and bridges collapse just by themselves! Hahaha..says alot about Korean “quality” engineering.

I don’t know how you could trivialize such an event.

Oh dear, you must not know Koreans very well then, do you? They will never cease to surprise you. They love to trivialize and even make fun of people dying (9-11, Hiroshima, etc.) as long as it fits their racist political agenda. However, they love to revel in their own suffering…whereas the suffering of others is merely something which they can laugh about and make fun of. The words “tact”, “class”, and “good manners” do not exist in the Korean language.

Bin Laden was flying a cartoon plane and kept buzzing around the two towers, because he did not have Korean technology aboard that would allow him to strike the buildings. Fond memories indeed…..

It may be a distinction without a difference, but to be fair, the reason the Bin Laden couldn’t strike the buildings was because he became engrossed in the Sports Shinmun.

I curse the incompetent U.S. INS agents who allowed nulji’s parents into the U.S. No matter how badly the nation may have needed dry cleaners at the time, it was not worth it.

And the very next day, the conspiracy theorists and apologists at my university (kyopo and expat coworkers) and on the net started right in on blaming everything on the US.

I was crossing the George Washington bridge from NJ in my car, on my way to work. It was about 8:45 am. I was listening to the AM radio news on 880. There was a report about a plane crashing into one of the towers. At first, it only seemed like just some horrible accident. 30 mins later, there was a breaking report about another plane crashing into the pentagon. I remember the chill that crept up my spine when I heard that. I instantly realized, this was no accident.

The traffic on the FDR highway south was jammed packed. In the distant horizon I could see gray smoke billowing into the sky. I called my group supervisor on my cell phone. I work in the Financial District. The company building is located only two blocks away from what will later be known as ground zero. The offices of Morgan Stanley and Merril Lynch, two of our biggest clients, is located in the WTC. I asked Mike (the supervisor) if any of our guys from the department were in the WTC. Fortunately, none of our guys were trapped there. But he mentioned that they felt the shockwave rippling through the building caused by the explosion caused when the first plane collided with the tower. Then I got cut off.

I tried calling him back. By that time, the cell network was overloaded. I couldnt place any calls. I tried calling my parents in the Bronx. No success.

When I got to where Chinatown is, I could plainly see the towers engulfed in flames and smoke. It was like a scene from a movie. By that time the second tower was hit. I saw the people in the streets. They were going about their daily business, unloading goods from trucks, etc as if nothing unusual was happening, as if the sight of two major landmarks of NYC burning in the immediate backdrop was a normal, everyday event. It was totally surreal.

By the time I around the Battery Park tunnel and emerged into the West Side highway, more than two and a half hours had past since I was on the GWB. At the Chelsea Piers, I parked my car by the side of the highway and got out. I had a clear view of the towers. It was at that time that the first tower collapsed. The amount of smoke and debris was terrific, like an avalanche. People around me panicked. I hurried back to my car to get away. Two girls, genuinely frightened, begged me to take them to Midtown. Another guy threw himself in front of my car as I was about to bug out, imploring me to take him in my car also. I let the two girls and the guy in, and we drove away as fast as possible.

After I had dropped them off, I decided that I wasnt going to go to work that day. I drove to my parents home in the Bronx. My father was in his room watching everything on TV. There was only one channel working, an obscure channel that was normally used for Polish language programming. Everything else was static. ABC news was broadcasting from that channel, their original channel was no more, as that had relied on transmisson from the antennae located on the tower, which had collapsed.