Chapter 1

I SURVIVED THE ATTACKSS OFF SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

我在2001年9月11日的袭击中幸存了下来

CHAPTER 1 TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 8:46 A.M. NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK A bright blue sky stretched over New York City. It was the morning rush. Men and women hurried to work. Taxis, cars, and buses zoomed through the streets. And then there was the plane. Many people in Lower Manhattan heard it before they saw it — the screaming roar of jet engines.

第一章2001年9月11日星期二上午8:46 纽约城，纽约城湛蓝的天空伸展在纽约城的上空。 那是早高峰。男男女女都匆匆忙忙地去工作。 出租车、小汽车和公共汽车在街道上呼啸而过。 然后是飞机。 曼哈顿下城的许多人在看到喷气发动机的尖叫之前就听到了。

The massive aircraft streaked through the sky, barely skimming over rooftops. Up and down the sidewalks, people froze. Eleven-year-old Lucas Calley wasn't supposed to be in Manhattan that day. His parents had no idea that he'd caught a train into the city, that he was there, on a crowded sidewalk, looking up as it all began. Lucas watched, almost hypnotized, as the plane careened through the sky. He'd never seen a plane flying so low. It was so close he could read the letters on the tail: AA. American Airlines. Panicked questions swirled through his mind. Was there something wrong with the plane? Was the pilot sick? Lost? Confused? Pull up! Lucas wanted to shout. Go higher! But the plane kept getting lower. And faster. And now Lucas's heart stopped as he saw what was in the plane's path: the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. The silver-and-glass buildings, each a quarter of a mile tall, rose high above the New York City skyline.

那架巨大的飞机在天空中疾驰而过，几乎没有掠过屋顶。 人行道上来来往往的人都僵住了。 11岁的卢卡斯·卡利(Lucas Calley)那天本不该出现在曼哈顿。 他的父母不知道他已经赶上了进城的火车，也不知道他就在那里，在拥挤的人行道上，抬头看着这一切的开始。 卢卡斯看着飞机在天空中倾斜，几乎被催眠了。 他从未见过飞机飞得这么低。 飞机离得很近，他能看清飞机尾部的字母:AA。 美国航空公司。恐慌的问题在他脑海里盘旋。 飞机出问题了吗? 飞行员生病了吗?失去了吗?困惑吗? 拉起!卢卡斯想大叫。 走高!但是飞机继续下降。 越来越快。现在，当卢卡斯看到飞机飞行路线上的东西时，他的心跳停止了:世贸中心的双子塔。 每座高四分之一英里的银质玻璃建筑高耸于纽约市的天际线之上。

The plane sped up. No! With one last ferocious roar, the jet plunged into the side of one of the towers. There was a thundering explosion. People all around Lucas screamed. And then the bright blue sky filled with black smoke and fire.

飞机加速了。不!随着最后一声凶猛的咆哮，飞机一头扎进了一座塔楼的侧面。 有一声雷鸣般的爆炸。 卢卡斯周围的人都尖叫起来。 然后明亮的蓝天充满了黑烟和火焰。