Ambulances stood silently in front of the Javits Center. Why weren't they transporting victims of 911? There were none. The convoy of police vehicles, lights flashing and sirens wailing hurried down the West Side Highway to where these magnificent towers stood only hours ago. A fireman ran to us with paper masks at Ground Zero but, as we later found out, they were useless. We stood on concrete dust two feet deep, the smell of burning bodies filled the air and paper, a blizzard of paper, still foated down to earth. Dust covered everything. No one at Ground Zero on 911 will even be the same. They will never forget.