I was in New York City on October 5th, 2001 visiting my brother-in-law. His young daughter, about 9, was playing soccer (football) in Central Park with her classmates. As I watched the game a jet flew over and all the kids stopped playing to look up. I could see the terror in their eyes, it was very sad. After the game my brother-in-law took me on a tour of the twin towers site. It was still smoking almost a month later. I could not help feel that there was something sinister, almost satanic about that site. As if Satan himself was the cause of this crash.