“Suspect” the narrative was not true is too mild a word. I was in NYC on 911. I saw tower 2 go down. I passed out water, granola bars, and useless masks on the weekends of 9/22, 9/29, 10/6, 10/13, 10/20, 10/27, after which time I had a horrible cough that turned out to be bronchitis verging on pneumonia. That was the end of my volunteering near Ground Zero. There had to have been more to it than two jets, no matter how much fuel they contained.