Caller: "Doesn't feel like it man, I got young kids."
FD: "I understand that, sir. We're on the way."
9-11: "He's on 105th floor in the Northwest Corner."
Caller: "He hung up on me ... Hello Operator?"
9-11: "Yes?"
Caller: "Come on, man."
9-11: "We have everything we need, sir."
Caller: "I know you do, but doesn't seem like it ... You got lots of people up here."
A while later,
Caller: "We're young men, we're not ready to die."
9-11: "I understand."
Caller: "How the hell are you going to get my ass down? I need oxygen."
9-11: "They're coming to you. They have a lot of of apparatuses on the scene."
Caller: "It doesn't feel like it, lady. You get them' in from all over. You get 'em in Jersey. I don't give a stuff. Ohio."
9-11: "Okay, sir. What's your last name?"
Caller: "Name's Cosgrove, I must have told you about a dozen times already, C O S G R O V E. My wife thinks I'm alright. I called and said I was leaving the building and then -- bang ..."
Caller: "Cherry. Doug Cherry. Doug Cherry's next to me. 105."
9-11: "That's what he said? That's the office?"
Caller: "We're in John Ostaru's office. O S T A R U"
9-11: "A R U"
Caller: "Right. That's the office we're in. There are three of us in here."
9-11: "O S T A R U. Hello?"
Caller: "Hello. We're looking in ... We're overlooking the Financial Center. Three of us. Two broken windows. Oh god. Oh ...
