JacobNewton Posted January 24 Share Posted January 24 (edited) September 11, 2001 The South Tower Floor 85 "Come, Swansont!" I hollered, and Swansont and I leapt towards the open window. "Not so fast, young man," said Swansont quietly. Even over the screams, the din, his voice was as audible as though it were a lecture hall. "When you jump, keep pressed to the walls of the Tower," he said. "The walls of the tower?" I didn't understand. "Leap from ledge to ledge!" he said, and showed me. I watched, bemused, as Swansont took the first window ledge in it's stride. He leapt from the WTC window, and came to a halt a few metres below. His fingers had gripped the top of the window ledge just below. "Try it!" roared Swansont, above the din of traffic hundreds of metres below. I took a deep breath, and jumped. Ledge by ledge, we cannonned, progressively, towards the ground floor. My fingers were aching by the time we alighted none too lightly at ground zero. "Run!" said swansont. We weren't a moment too soon. The WTC collapsed all around us, or so it seemed. Looking back, it had been a close shave. Characters in this story are purely fictitious, but techniques of survival, well, those. Would they have worked if they had been put into practice, all those years ago? We will never know. Edited January 24 by JacobNewton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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