The News Tribune
Tacoma, Washington Thursday, October 11, 2001
“Thoughts from ground zero”
By Skip Card
A firefighter calls me over. He found a man’s hand and
wrist. He carefully takes it to the morgue. The man’s
hand is clenched in a fist. It was so tight it took two
of them to open it. When they got the man’s clenched
fist open, there was a child’s hand inside of it.
He cried, for the first time. I cried, not for the last time.