Death Came Out of a Clear, Blue Sky.

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 Death came out of a clear, Blue Sky. That is where the story begins–the only story we can tell, the only story we want to hear–with the kind of clear, blue sky that you only get in autumn in New York City. The day was crisp and cloudless and made you feel glad to be alive. A day when anything seemed possible.  Then death came out of that clear, blue sky, changing everything, tearing apart all those lives, and we learned just how much the people of the western world are hated.

      A passenger jet had just crashed into the north tower of the world trade centre in New York when a packed 767 appeared on the horizon. It was 18 minutes after the first devastating impact. Fire fighters, ambulance crews and rescue teams were swarming the area in desperate bid to save the thousands of workers trapped in the blazing building. They looked to the sky in confusion as the plane got closer, and closer.

      When it was within a few hundred feet it turned sharply, dipped and crashed into the tower a third of the way from the top. A half-mile wide fireball erupted from the tower in all directions. Tonnes of concrete, glass and steel rained down. The cascade of white-hot debris killed and maimed dozens on the ground. Within an hour, as thousands of people struggled to evacuate, the two huge towers collapsed.

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        Reports came through soon after that the planes had been hi-jacked. Trapped workers could be seen waving for help above and below the gaping hole torn apart in the side of the massive skyscraper. The explosion created a mile-high plume of dense black smoke. It will take weeks to identify the thousands of dead.

      The death toll is likely to be at lest 20,000 after terrorist madmen launched the most devastating wave of suicide attacks in the history of mankind. President George Bush, who first heard of the attacks as he spoke to ...

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