As the fire grew bigger, the chances of the buildings staying up grew smaller. We were watching as the buildings started to collapse. I sat there crying because I knew we had lost all those firefighters and police officers who went running in when everyone else was running out. Those brave heroes didn’t stop to think they might not live through the day. They donned their gear and their only question was, “Where do you need me?” Those men who went into the World Trade center that day saved many lives by giving their lives that day. Please remember them.
--from The Fertile Infertile