The alarm was sounded. Without hesitation, they went into action.
Habits, ingrained through real life trauma and practice drills, took over
Thoughts were of the needs of others, always.
Code 3 to the scene: lights and sirens onward to meet the tragedy.
Horrified by the sights that greeted them, but not missing a step
Pulling turnouts up, grabbing equipment, heading without hesitation
To greet the grim scene, head on, fearlessly
Passing fleeing civilians: coughing, dazed, bleeding, crying
Up the down staircase, rushing past those fleeing to safety
Into the darkness and uncertainty, pushing forward, searching
Calling out to victims, survivors, the frightened, cowering humanity
Awakened forever from any sense of complacency
Black smoke, burning jet fuel, screams, crashing walls and cinders
Nothing stopped their upward trek, seeking those who needed their help
Reaching, touching horrified humanity, screaming in fright and pain
“I’m here, I’ll help you!” A joyous sound in the midst of a nightmare.
Flashlights illuminating unbelievable destruction and painful death
Heroes, searching desperately for survivors in the midst of the rubble.
Thunderous sounds of crashing architecture, dropping like thrown powder
On top of itself, dropping, dropping, dropping until it reached
Ground Zero.
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