<!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://images.usatoday.com/graphics/news/gra/gtowers2.gif" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><br>http://images.usatoday.com/graphics/news/gra/gtowers2.gifDiagram of Flight 175 crashing into the crowded South Tower's 78th floor skylobby, plotting positions people were in when the impact occurred as reconstructed by USA Today --compiled for their feature special articles: Life and Death on the 78th Floor<br>http://www.usatoday.com/graphics/news/gra/wtc2002/flash.htm<br>Rothbardian:<br>"It's more complicated than that."<br>Damn-straight;<br><br>"Anyway...when Reynolds asks how it is that thin aluminum tubes can slice cartoon shapes of airplane wings through solid steel, he does make an interesting point in that regard, which I do not see his opponents taking on directly (or maybe I missed it)."<br><br>Yeah, it is a good question -- He makes a coupla good points, especially raising the issue of ground-effect which DBD posted about, making it physically impossible (he claims) to fly a plane at 500 mph about 6 ft above the ground -- I don't know what the deal there is. I was ready to accept a Boesing 757 at the Pentagon and then -- Bam! Upside the head.<br><br>The issue with aluminum cutting through steel -- it's more like the wings ripped, pounded and tore through the 1/4 inch box-columns and aluminum facing. A lot of the perimeter box-girders bolted-connections and flanges sheared under the imapct, and their weld-joints to the spandrel plates were broken and failed. The Boeing's wings weren't exactly 'thin' --they WERE designed to support up to 200 tons, 400,000 pounds. The wings' curved-shape and annealing and internal-frame reinforcements and gussets giave them enormous designed rigidity, enhanced by their internal fuel-tanks which were at least half-full. Plus, they had TREMENDOUS kinetic-energy of the mass-momentum of the plane's 80 tons flying into the south tower at over 500 mph.<br><br>What gets me about Reynold's method is his jumping to unwarranted conclusions, selectively choosing or denying facts to fit his needs, and his implication that anyone who thinks 911 was a conspiracy has to go all the way and accept CD. Apparantly, that what some folks buy into -- that unless you accept the gov. used CD on the towers you buy the whole official story hook-line and sinker.<br><br>Following-- compelling account by South Tower office worker who watched flight 175 hit his building.<br><br>http://www.mishalov.com/wtc_northtower.
htmlhttp://www.mishalov.com/wtc_southto ... -excerpt--<br>81ST FLOOR, South Tower<br>Stanley Praimnath, survivor<br>Fuji Bank<br><br>Mr. Praimnath was on the 81th floor, at his desk, when the plane hit the south tower. These are excerpts from an interview with Mr. Praimnath, who credits Brian Clark, a man he did not know but who worked on the 84th floor, with saving his life. Mr. Clark and Mr. Praimnath are two of 18 people known to have escaped from at or above the impact zone in the South Tower. <br><br>I'm seeing fireballs coming down from the sky. [The adjacent north tower has been hit, it is 8:46 a.m.] And I'm like, oh, man, what's going on? So I pick up the phone and I'm dialing my boss who works on the 59th floor of 1 World Trade. I'm getting no response. I hung up the phone, I said, Delise, (a temporary employee in his office) ``Let's get out of here.'' <br><br>We ran down the corridor, back to the elevator, took the local elevators, went back to the 78th floor. While we waited there, me and Delise, 18 other people from my company were waiting there: the president, the C.E.O., the head of human resources, the head of general affairs, all these big guys are there. We took the elevator and went downstairs to the lobby. We're about to exit through the turnstile, and the security guard says, ``Where you guy's going?'' We said, ``Well, we saw fireballs coming down.'' ``No, all is well, go back to your office,'' the man said. The building is secured. Sent us back up. <br><br>For no apparent reason, I turned to Delise and said Delise, why don't we take the rest of the day off. She was happy. I don't know why I told her, probably the wisest decision I made in my life. But these people were standing up there, they're looking at me rather funny like I made a wrong judgment call. And I mean, these are the ... bosses, and they're looking at me strange, I'm standing up there, waiting for the elevator with these guys, one of the guys, Jack, he's making a joke of me. ``Stan, the man, you're not scared to come in the elevator.'' <br><br>So , I'm telling one of the guys, Brian, the head of human resources, I said, Brian, ``It's a good time to take a look at relocation.'' Brian was looking at me and he said ``You've got that right." <br><br>So the elevator came, we jump in, we're gone. We get back to the 78th floor. Once we reached there we took the local elevators - some went to the 79th, some went to the 80th, I got off at the 81st, and some went to the 82nd. I walked back into my office. The phone is ringing again. This time there's a young lady from Chicago, a business associate. "Stan, are you watching the monitor, are you watching the news to see what is going on?" she asks. "Yes, I'm fine." <br><br>And for no apparent reason in mid-sentence I just raised my head and looked to the Statue of Liberty and what I see is a big plane coming towards me. This plane is coming, eye level towards me. Eye contact. I'm seeing a big gray plane, with a red stripe, and I can still see it in my eyes now. I dropped the phone, screamed, dove under my desk and I don't know why I said what I tell you now. "Lord, you take over. I can't do this." <br><br>"And I don't know, I do not know, as God be my witness, and I'm a deacon in my Sunday school and church and I'm a Sunday school superintendent, I would not tell you a lie here. I don't know why I said it, but I screamed." <br><br>The plane impacts. I try to get up and then I realize that I'm covered up to my shoulder in debris. And when I'm digging through under all this rubble, I can see the bottom wing starting to burn, and that wing is wedged 20 feet in my office doorway. <br><br>So I'm pushing stuff out and I'm crawling and I'm crawling and I'm screaming, ``Help me, help me. I'm trapped. Don't leave me here." Then I see this flashlight. I can't believe it. So I crawl toward it, the length of one floor, which is like a short city block. And I crawled through the loan department into the lounge, into the computer room, into the communication room and I realize I can't go farther. There's a Sheetrock wall. And I can't breathe. And I'm saying "I'm here, I'm here. Don't leave me." And I can hear a person saying, "Knock on the wall, knock on the wall and I'll know where you are." And once I got closer, I'm knocking on the wall. But even before he was there I was pounding, pounding. I'm hitting everything possible. Making my way forward. So he is hearing this banging from wherever he is. The man said his name was Brain Clark, I think he's a vice president for Euro Brokers. I've never seen this man in my life. And I've worked 13 years in this building. He said when he heard me screaming. He stopped to rescue me. Bottom line is, I said ``Lord, just this one time give me strength.'' And I'm punching, punching, punching, punching. And then he said, "I feel a head." I said well, when you see my head, yank my body through. <br><br>This wall would have been a drywall. It was not a strong wall. A regular partition wall. Part of it's broken and part of it's intact and is standing up. And the man just pulled with all his might and I fell on top of him. (Mr. Clark says that he told Mr. Praimnath to jump.) <br><br>The next thing I know, I'm telling this man, I give him a big kiss and a hug, my guardian angel. And this man is looking at me as if I'm a nut. <br><br>Anyway we made our way down. While we're going, we stopped at a floor. We saw a man. This man was crying like a baby. I think his back was broken. And he's crying ``Tell my loved ones that I care for them; I love them.'' We're hobbling down, hobbling down. We got to the bottom, the ground floor. My hand looked like a balloon. My leg, my left leg, behind, the muscle behind there, the calf, it was opened up because I had like a long leg wound. I was cut, bloody, bruised all over. And I was sore. Black and blue. <br><br>Interview by Eric Lipton <br>--unquote--<br><br><br>Starman<br> <p></p><i></i>