hit directly by what appeared to be a large
commercial passenger jet, ostensibly by American Airlines Flight 11.
After burning for a short time, black smoke continued to pour from
the WTC 1 until it collapsed.
The explanation for the collapse was a jet fuel
fire that burned hot enough (875ºC.), long enough to weaken the
steel in the structure (2,000ºC). Calculations of the heat value of
jet fuel must include the absorption of that heat by nitrogen and
carbon dioxide in the air, by unburned carbon particles, by concrete
and steel in the building. These taken together show that there is
too little caloric energy in jet fuel and even the contents of the
offices to increase the heat sufficiently to compromise the
integrity of the steel components. This is what is would take to
allow for the first collapse of a steel structure from fire in the
history of the world. Now look at the WTC 1 after the initial fire
died down. Does that look like an inferno? I see perhaps three
scattered fires, a bit of black smoke, no towering inferno.
Now let's look at a close-up of damage to the WTC
1. It might be hot enough for a weenie roast, but not a towering
inferno capable of weakening the integrity of the steel structure.
Do you see the man near the right edge looking out between the
pillars? On the next floor down on the left, do you see the woman
leaning out for a look? Do you think they just walked through a
blazing inferno to get there?

A close-up of these survivors of the crash becomes
a bit poignant. They probably didn't survive to tell about their
experience, though. If it hadn't been for the surprise demolition
that was to occur a few minutes later they could
have
had a marshmallow roast and waited for the imminent rescue. One of
these two has been tentatively identified as Edna Cintron, an
administrative assistant for Marsh & McLennan Edna Cintron was born
on October 14, 1954. She was 46 years old. Born in Puerto Rico, She
was brought to New York by her mother when she was about five. They
were poor. She made it through the 11th grade, but did not graduate
from high school. (Recently, she was going to school to prepare
herself for a GED, a test that is the equivalent of a high school
diploma and is crucial to career advancement.)
William worked as a doorman in an apartment
building on the swanky Upper East Side, five days a week, from 7am
to 3pm. Then, each work day after three, he drove to the Harlem
flower shop they jointly owned, Sweet William's Florist, where he
labored until 8pm. He was at the florist's on Saturdays, and Edna
joined him there often on Sundays.
For Edna Cintron and her husband, William, every
evening fit into a comforting routine. "She had everything prompt,
clean, neat, organized," Mr. Cintron, a 44-year- old doorman, said
of his 46-year-old wife, an administrative assistant for Marsh &
McLennan. "She would come out of work, come home, cook, make sure
that when I would come out of work there was food on the table and
everything. And every night we would have ice cream and we would
watch TV."
That simple routine in their home in East
Elmhurst, Queens, was remarkable, Mr. Cintron said, because they
each had been homeless, and in their 12 years of marriage they had
struggled with his alcoholism. "We started from the bottom," he
said, "and we worked our way all the way up to the top," even
opening a florist business, Sweet William's, in East Harlem.
Mr. Cintron said that his wife had given him the
courage to go to detox and that last January he celebrated 12 years
of sobriety. "She made sure that she kept me in check," he said.
"She made sure that I did the things I was supposed to do. She was a
very, very strong woman because she would put her foot down.
"She was more like a mother to me. She would make
sure that I would eat right and she would make sure that no one
would manipulate me. So she was also my backbone. She made me
strong. She made me who I am today."
Edna Cintron had one more courageous act to her
credit in her abbreviated life. She ventured out to take a look at
the world moments before it came crushing down and in that act
demonstrated for all of us the lie that the WTC's collapsed because
of a blazing inferno.
Edna Cintron was not alone as a courageous victim
of the mass murder that day in the heart of the financial district.
When Chief Palmer radioed from the 78th floor, he could see only two
pockets of fire, and called for a pair of engine companies to fight
them. the impact zone, which ran from the 78th to the 84th floors.
source: Lost Voices of Firefighters, Some on 78th Floor New York
Times, August 4, 2002 By JIM DWYER and FORD FESSENDEN
http://www.mishalov.com/wtc_lostvoicesfiredept.html
One of the first firefighters in the stricken
second tower, Louie Cacchioli, 51, told People Weekly on Sept. 24:
"I was taking firefighters up in the elevator to the 24th floor to
get in position to evacuate workers. On the last trip up a bomb went
off. We think there were bombs set in the building."
http://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/article.asp?ID=245
NYC fireman in clip: "As if they had detonated... ...as if they were
planning to take out a building" source: Videos of Eyewitness
Recollections of Collapses Firemen recall "detonations" in South
Tower
http://911research.wtc7.net/wtc/evidence/videos/index.html