My Wife's Cookies

I was playing darts with the guys when we got the call. We were stunned for a moment at what we heard. After that initial shock we raced to get out and to the scene faster than we had ever done before. Most of the guys in my engine talked about the bombing from last time.

We didn't know exactly what to expect when we got there, but one thing we all knew, we would do our jobs 150%. None of us were unfamiliar with death and we knew that we faced the very real possibility that we would find people dead. When we arrived, we went through final checks with our gear and headed into the tower.

Time vanished and only the moment existed. People were being evacuated as quickly as possible. Things were calm and yet chaotic at the same time. It was a feeling that you have to experience rather than have explained to you in order to understand. I passed a business executive and our eyes locked for an instant. He had already seen what we were about to, and his look told me everything we were going to find when we got there.

We were almost there when we heard it. It was a sound like a thousand waves crashing upon the shore. The ceiling collapsed on top of us and the floor gave out underneath us.

Oh, God! The tower just came down. I'm trapped. I can't move. I call out to the others, but no one replies. I can't be the only one to have survived. Jake! Mike! Anybody! But there are no answers. What's going on!

Am I dead? No, I can't be dead. I have a wife and two children. I can't go yet. They still need me. Why me? Why am I dead?

An angel took me by the hand and led me up to Heaven. I could smell my wife's cookies baking in the oven.

The end.