the attack and what it means to them professionally as well as personally, t.j. all right. also a reminder on this day as well, suzanne, of what they are fighting for. there was an attack in eastern afghanistan. tell us about that. reporter: you re right, because there s a certain sense of anxiety, anticipation, what to expect today, if there was going to be retaliation. it happened on the eve of september 11th. it was just last night about 5:30 local time. we are told it happened about 60 miles west where we are. it was a combat outpost, a truck bomb that exploded, two afghan civilians were killed. there were a lost injuries, t.j., you re talking about 77 from the international coalition, about 25 afghan civilians. mostly minor injuries but nevertheless, a lost people involved in this. we had an opportunity to talk to general john allen. set head of the u.s. and nato mission here in afghanistan. it was an exclusive interview. he told us what he believes this attack means
and i reached in, nothing happened. i said you must do that. up he went again and i reached in and somehow got under his arm or grabbed on to something and i lifted him up and over this barrier and we fell in a heap on the floor. this man just gave me a head lock with all his might he just pulled. and just yanked me through that wall. i was like a superman. he just yanked me through and i fell on top of him. and i gave him a big hug and kiss and i said you are my guardian angel. my lord send you to save me. we started down the stairs the inner wall of the fire stairs had blown in. we could look through the cracks and you could see flames licking up the other side of the wall as we went down through this area. we stopped at a floor, because i couldn t breathe properly. i couldn t walk down. i was bloodied, bruised. and the leg wound was opening. we went as low as the 44th floor, like a sky lobby, like
and i reached in, nothing happened. i said you must do that. up he went again and i reached in and somehow got under his arm or grabbed on to something and i lifted him up and over this barrier and we fell in a heap on the floor. this man just gave me a head lock with all his might he just pulled. and just yanked me through that wall. i was like a superman. he just yanked me through and i fell on top of him. and i gave him a big hug and kiss and i said you are my guardian angel. my lord send you to save me. we started down the stairs the inner wall of the fire stairs had blown in. we could look through the cracks and you could see flames licking up the other side of the wall as we went down through this area. we stopped at a floor, because i couldn t breathe properly. i couldn t walk down. i was bloodied, bruised. and the leg wound was opening. we went as low as the 44th floor, like a sky lobby, like
an empty hotel lobby until a security guard manning his booth, rather surprised to see us and said have you got a phone? he said my phone isn t working but i will stay with this man if you get me help. the man was lying, his back was broken, covered with blood. tell my wife and baby i love them. but send somebody up for me. the security guard stood like a hawk guarding that man. that man sacrifice his lifeguarding this man. while we were going down, no ems worker came up. stanley called his wife, missed her but left messages he was fine. i called 911. after some difficulty, it took three, four minutes to get the message across that there was somebody down on the 44th floor. i know they were overwhelmed that day. but stanley and i went back and down to the plaza level without seeing a soul, nobody. the plaza level we stared in awe at the plaza where the
phone? he said my phone isn t working but i will stay with this man if you get me help. the man was lying, his back was broken, covered with blood. tell my wife and baby i love them. but send somebody up for me. the security guard stood like a hawk guarding that man. that man sacrifice his lifeguarding this man. while we were going down, no ems worker came up. stanley called his wife, missed her but left messages he was fine. i called 911. after some difficulty, it took three, four minutes to get the message across that there was somebody down on the 44th floor. i know they were overwhelmed that day. but stanley and i went back and down to the plaza level without seeing a soul, nobody. the plaza level we stared in awe at the plaza where the phone continue is normally flowing and people coming where the fountain is normally flowing and people coming and going. we know nothing about pentagon,