Mark Englert was a 30-something business consultant from Connecticut living a couple of blocks from the World Trade Center in Manhattan on Sept. 11, 2001. He had just returned from a jog on that blue-sky morning when the first plane hit.
He heard the explosion, but he had no idea what it was. He raced to his apartment window and all he could see on the street below were people looking up and pointing.
One of the towers was on fire, he heard. Something about an airplane.
Seventeen minutes later, a second plane streaked almost directly overhead and slammed into the other tower. Englert remembers dropping to the floor of his sixth-floor apartment and screaming, âThis is crazy, this is just fâ crazy!â
Moments later he was on the roof looking straight up. âThatâs when I could start to see people jump,â he said, âpeople who were too close to the fire.â
Mark and I have been friends for decades. The first time I heard his story was a few hours after the attack. I was a young reporter at the Hartford Courant, about 100 miles north. I had spent the day desperately dialing people I knew in Lower Manhattan. Mark was the first person who picked up.
A large American flag hangs between two fire trucks with One World Trade Center visible in the distance, marking the 25th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks on Friday in Jersey City, N.J.
(Andres Kudacki / Getty Images)
In the 25 years since, weâve enjoyed each otherâs company dozens of times. Last month, we spent a long weekend hiking and racing 4x4s through the desert near Moab, Utah. Over meals and cocktails we discussed all of the normal stuff guys in their late 50s and early 60s talk about â family, friends, when we can possibly retire.
We did not talk about 9/11. It didnât even cross my mind to bring it up; it hasnât for years. Then an editor asked me to write this piece, so I called Mark on Wednesday morning. I expected a short conversation about how life moves on.
I was so, so wrong.
A glorious morning turned into a terrifying day
âGod, I havenât talked about this in such a long time,â he said, and then it all came pouring out.
It was âjust chaosâ in his building, people running everywhere, panicking. Everyone was terrified, nobody knew what to do.
Then he felt an ungodly rumble and the world outside suddenly turned from day to night. âI had my nose pressed to the window, you could not see a thing, it was just pitch black.â
An elderly woman, a retired cookbook editor, lived with her cat across the hall from him. He ran to her apartment. The television was on â thatâs how he learned the first tower had just collapsed.
He begged her to come with him. They tied wet towels around their faces to try to keep the dust out. He grabbed her cat, she grabbed a bag full of shoes.
In a desperate race to find breathable air, he tried to hurry her down Rector Place toward the bank of the Hudson River. But she fell behind. He turned to see her standing in the middle of the sidewalk, ash falling all around her like black snow.
âWhat are you doing?!â he shouted, losing patience. âIâm changing my shoes!â she replied.
As they neared the Holocaust Memorial in Battery Park, they bumped into a police officer who was staring back toward the towers. âAll of a sudden, the look on his face,â Mark said.
The cop screamed, âRUN!â and Mark glanced back to see the second tower âpancaking to the groundâ behind them.
People walk in the street in the area where the World Trade Center buildings collapsed Sept. 11, 2001.
(Mario Tama / Getty Images)
About 100 yards farther south they rounded a corner to see a huge flotilla of fishing boats, sailboats, ferries. It would become the largest seaborne evacuation in U.S. history, rescuing an estimated 500,000 people from Lower Manhattan â more than the British rescued from the shores of Dunkirk at the start of the Second World War.
When he got to New Jersey and a working phone, he called his mom to let her know he was alive. But as soon as he heard her voice he couldnât get any words out, couldnât make a sound.
Even describing it to me on Wednesday he went silent.
Trauma that sticks
It took the better part of a year for the dust to settle, literally, but he eventually moved back to his apartment in Battery Park City. He stayed there for 21 years. He walked past the 9/11 memorial and museum almost every day, although he never went in.
âI donât know if Iâll ever go there,â he told me. He also has avoided books and documentaries about the attack. Even hearing it mentioned on the news â which has happened a lot in recent days â puts him on edge.
âWhen people ask about it, Iâm just like, âYeah, I lived near there,ââ he said, and then trailed off. Itâs not that he has moved on, as I had mistakenly assumed; itâs that he canât forget.
To this day, the sound of a low-flying jet makes him want to dive to the floor.
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