Today, 16 years ago, I was in dispatch to get QTs for court. Lisa O’Neal Bryner was watching the TV with some other dispatchers and I glibly asked “What blew up this time?” She told me that a small plane had hit one of the towers. I went over to look as I waited. Just then we watched as the second tower was hit. I ran over to court, told the bailiff we were under attack, he got the judge to call a recess. The judge went into his office to turn on the radio just in time for the announcement that the Pentagon was just hit. Major Howard Smith sent all available deputies to the schools, he sent me to Mitzi’s school.
At the end of the day, I offered to go with any SAR going to offer assistance, expecting to not hear any requests. At about 6pm, my then supervisor called and said he would pick me up at 0400 to go to NY. Cadaver dogs had been requested.
I called James Moore to watch over my pregnant wife and prepared to leave.
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**This is the first time that I have been this public with my experiences with 9/11. I posted these last year to my Facebook profile to share with my friends why I don’t want to remember 9/11, and because people seem to have become callous to what it really means: that “Remember 9/11” is more than a catchy phrase to have on your Facebook wall for a couple of days. For thousands, it was more than a few days, and it still remains alive in our minds and hearts.