I was just entering the newsroom of the paper where I was a photojournalist. I walked in and saw the first building burning on one of the TV's mounted around th

I was just entering the newsroom of the paper where I was a photojournalist. I walked in and saw the first building burning on one of the TV's mounted around the room, the second plane had not yet hit. At that point it still seemed like a horrible, one-off accident. Then the second plane flew in and it got very quiet in the normally loud room. A brief moment of shocked silence and then the newsroom erupted as reporters and editors started reacting. I started with some local reaction coverage and by that evening was in a car on my way to New York City. Drove all night taking turns with our reporter and was within site of the smoking southern end of Manhattan by dawn. It was horrible to see the thousands of family members wandering around like zombies, many carrying pictures, still hoping for a miracle. One side note from that day, my then 3 year old son asked my wife who was watching the news coverage, "Mom, why do you keep watching that show? You've already seen it."