With time running out, we ran back down the stairs to help people
we need to help them we do not have much time
Emerging from the fourth floor, they saw the sky above them where the towers once stood. They spotted firefighters who came to their aid, helping them climb out with rope.
Jonas and his men walked Harris to the rescue teams. Then they made their way across the debris field. Fires were still erupting. A Secret Service ammunition depot at No. 6 World Trade Center ignited with live rounds as they crawled past.
Her name was Josephine Harris, a bookkeeper for the Port Authority who had been injured in a pedestrian-car accident two weeks earlier. She had made it down from the 73rd floor but couldn’t go any farther. She was crying and couldn’t walk.
While we were standing there, we saw a large black shadow on the ground outside and we heard a loud boom,” says Jonas, now a deputy fire chief. “We could see flaming pieces of debris falling. And that was the second plane hitting the South Tower.
With time running out, they headed back down the stairs. But around the 20th floor they saw a woman standing in the doorway.