From a 911 call the DC postal worker (right) placed just hours before his death in 2001 (see Today's Labor History below).
"They never let us know whether this thing was anthrax or not… My breathing is labored; my chest feels constricted. I am getting air, but I -- to get up and walk and what have you -- it just feels like I'm going to pass out if I stay up too long."
"They never let us know whether this thing was anthrax or not… My breathing is labored; my chest feels constricted. I am getting air, but I -- to get up and walk and what have you -- it just feels like I'm going to pass out if I stay up too long."