As many of you know, I was at the National Emergency Management Association annual meeting which was hosted by the state of Montana in Big Sky that year. When the attack began, the feds began setting up their mobile command center and many of us watched it unfold on numerous screens that they set up.
What did I feel?
Disbelief at what was happening, especially when the second plane hit the tower and the planes went down into the Pentagon and a field in PA.
Then fear for the people in the towers as well as firemen and rescue personnel, then disbelief again as the towers began to collapse.
Then sickening gut twisting fear for the country. No one was still alive that could remember a war and casualties on our own soil in the Continental US. Even in WWII the attacks and casualties were in Hawaii, Alaska, and insular territories like Guam. This was here, at home, and not some far off place across an ocean.
Then I started thinking about what I had to do. I had been called and activated as others had been as well, and before long we were very quickly put on a private jet from the airport in Bozeman, Montana and we were on our way to Teterboro Airport in NJ with fighter jets off the wings. We landed right before dark, and they put us in a black police Suburban and we went to a school near the what was left of the towers that NYC was using as a forward command post.
About an hour after arriving, I was taken down to Ground Zero, and it was the most surreal place I had ever been. The smell, the shadows from the lights being used by rescue personnel, and the dust... the dust that was so thick and powdery that it puffed up with every step you took and covered everything and everyone. From that point until a few days later, my memories are a blur. I can remember certain things that happened, certain points in time where major actions were taken, meetings I had with certain officials, and various bad things that occurred. But, I don't have a clear memory of those next few days. My memory starts back very clearly on day four. I have no idea why, and I don't want to even try.
I had seen a lot of death and destruction in my life, but nothing like this. Not here at home. It still effects me to this day.
I left NYC to go to DC when the anthrax attack occurred. I returned to NYC after 30 days of working for the Capital Architect and the Clerk of the House on a contract for them regarding the anthrax attack. In NYC, I was working as a consultant for the Mayor's Office, and the Speaker of the New York City Council.