People were saying to each other on the mission, “If we know we’re going to die, why are we going to go?” Then we talked about the people who jumped out of the Towers on a Tuesday morning. They didn’t want to, they didn’t know what was happening—all they knew was that it was 2500 degrees Fahrenheit and the better alternative than whatever hell was going on inside, in Windows on the World or at Cantor Fitzgerald, was to jump. They were not supposed to be in the fight. We all joined to be in the fight, and that’s why we were going.
