yeah, this is difficult. hello, my name is michael mcmullin. i m speaking to you on january 17th, inside of a plywood box here to relay my recollections of 9/11. i mean, obviously, it s very unresolved for me. [noise] i can see the damage done to people. they couldn t tell their own story in their own words. it was just plain, plain, plain building down, building down. there was absolutely no space for more complicated stories . it became absolutely clear that this really was a very shattered experience. with a lot of feeling okay, rei guess it s working. [noise] what the bleep was that? the trade center, the trade center. oh my god. oh my god. oh my god! so, my husband and i had decided that we were gonna take the morning to do some errands and have breakfast to gather. so, we dropped our daughter off to school. the stairs from the school and my husband was talking to a stranger. he had a page from a paperback novel in his hand. and the edges were burnt. and
there is nothing but debris, small pieces of metal and aluminum whatever the case may be. [inaudible] i cannot compete what i was seeing. i just didn t seem real. [inaudible] i wanted to know what happened, how it could ve happened, why it happened. specifically because i am an airline pyatt, i fly 737-800 s. i would put myself in that cockpit, replay the different scenarios in my mind. and it was kind of a frightening experience, because based on how we ve been trained, we re always supposed to de-escalate the situation. to try not to if not possible. i m sure the pilots did not have a chance, they did not know what was happening, and we didn t know what was coming.