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Like any NYPD officer, on or off duty, I keep my eyes open and always know where the nearest uniformed patrol officer is. Today I noticed a tall, young African American officer trying to politely corral people in our area, who ignored him and crept onto the street for a better photo.
I smiled, knowing how hard it is to get people to follow any kind of rules unless there is an immediate threat of arrest.
Then I heard it.
At first, I thought it was a garbage truck banging a dumpster as it emptied it. Then an engine revved down 49th Street, and I turned to look.
I barely had any time to react. A white Ford step-van truck barreled down the street directly toward us. It was gaining speed, though it must have had to slow down to get by the dump truck parked at the intersection of 49th and Sixth as a blockade.
Shawna was ten feet to my right, focused on Snoopy. She was directly in the path of the truck.
It was like I’d been shocked with electricity. I jumped from my spot and scooped up Shawna a split second before the truck rolled past us. I heard Mary Catherine shriek as I tumbled, with Shawna, on the far side of the truck.
The truck slammed into spectators just in front of us. One of the boys from Nebraska bounced off the hood with a sickening thud. He lay in a twisted heap on the rough asphalt. His University of Nebraska jacket was sprayed with a darker shade of red as blood poured from his mouth and ears.
The truck rolled onto the parade route until it collided with a sponsor vehicle splattered with a Kellogg’s logo. The impact sent a young woman in a purple pageant dress flying from the car and under the wheels of a float.
Screams started to rise around me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the truck.
The driver made an agile exit from the crumpled driver’s door and stood right next to the truck. Over his face, he wore a red scarf with white starburst designs.
He shouted, “Hawqala!”
Chapter 3
I STOOD IN shock like just about everyone else near me. This was not something we were used to seeing on US soil.
Eddie and Jane, crouching on the sidewalk next to me, both stood and started to move away from me.
I grabbed Eddie’s wrist.
He looked back at me and said, “We’ve got to help them.”
Jane had paused right next to him as I said, “We don’t know what’s going to happen.”
As I said it, the driver of the truck reached in his front jacket pocket and pulled something out. I couldn’t identify it exactly, but I knew it was a detonator.
I shouted as loud as I could, “Everyone
down!” My family knew to lie flat on the sidewalk and cover their faces with their hands. A few people in the crowd listened to me as well. Most were still in shock or sobbing.
The driver hit the button on the detonator and immediately there was a blinding flash, and what sounded like a thunderclap echoed among all the buildings.
I couldn’t turn away as I watched from the pavement. The blast blew the roof of the truck straight into the air almost thirty feet. I felt it in my guts. A fireball rose from the truck.
The driver was dazed and stumbled away from the truck as the roof landed on the asphalt not far from him.
Now there was absolute pandemonium. It felt like every person on 49th Street was screaming. The blast had rocked the whole block.
The parade was coming to an abrupt stop. Parade vehicles bumped one another and the marching band behind the step van scattered. A teenager with a trumpet darted past me, looking for safety.
The driver pushed past spectators on the sidewalk near us and started to run back down 49th Street where he had driven the truck.
The ball of flame was still rising like one of the floats. Then I noticed a couple of the floats were rising in the air as well. The human anchors had followed instinct and run for their lives.
Snoopy was seventy-five feet in the air now.
Several Christmas tree ornaments as big as Volkswagens, with only three ropes apiece, made a colorful design as they passed the middle stories of Rockefeller Center.
