Sept. 11: 10 Years Later
Anthony Yacapino was sitting at home, watching a Bugs Bunny cartoon in 2004 when he felt the first signs of post-traumatic stress disorder. "My heart felt like it was leaping out of my chest. I thought I was dying. It was seriously scary," he recalls.
With five weeks left until the 10th anniversary of the Sept. 11 attacks, organizers of a national memorial to the passengers and crew of United Airlines Flight 93 are still $10 million short of a $62 million fundraising goal.
David Potorti recalls his mother's pain when his brother Jim was killed in the World Trade Center. Clutching her stomach, she cried out: "Jim. Jim. Jim."
It's the morning rush in the Times Square subway station, a routine convergence of humanity and mass transit that makes New York City hum. Mixing seamlessly with subway riders are New York Police Department officers with heavy body armor and high-powered rifles, commanders in blue NYPD polo shirts carrying smart phone-size radiation detectors and a panting police dog named Sabu.