I had just returned to work the day before, having been out for over a month after a car wreck. I was in my office (I was the Captain's Administrative Assistant at my hometown Police Department back then) when the Chief came in and very sternly called "Admin, Meeting, my office, NOW!" My heart sank as I followed him to his office, wondering if my job was in jeopardy from having missed so much time from work.
I walked in behind him, and Captain was there along with all the Lieutenants and Sargeants, etc. They had the TV on, and all was silent as in that instant there was a "replay" of the 2nd plane hitting. Within moments of that, they went LIVE as we all watched in utter disbelief with the falling of the first tower. I lost my legs. Thankfully the wall was right there. Chief pulled up a chair for me and we all just kept watching and looking at each other and looking at the tv and back at one another. It was the most horrible feeling I have ever known. The images are forever burned in my heart.
We then went about our work trying to make sense of it all, and still maintaining any amount of composure to be able to begin administrative structure in stages of "state of alert" mode for public safety within our feeble local level. My Captain, the Chief and all the rest, I don't know how they did it, but I'm so thankful they were able to keep themselves so admirabley composed and carried out the necessary duties involved with local law enforcement...as all the while, all I wanted to do was scream in utter bewilderment! If not for them, I likely would have.
I remember after our meeting we were allowed time to call our families. I called my husband, then my mom and then my sister. Then I called my mom again... together, we just prayed our most fervant prayers. Then I remember coming on "here" hoping and praying that no one here lost family or loved ones among those taken so horribly that day.
Then tried as best I could to continue with "work"...but it was so feeble in effort it seemed, as there was literally NOTHING ANY OF US "here", could do to help ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN THEIR DARKEST HOUR. Heaven, have mercy!!! All we "could" do was just PRAY, and then PRAY SOME MORE.
Gosh, just typing this brings it all so vividly back to surface, the emotions, the anger, the deepest sorrow I have ever endured, the warmest love I have ever seen among family, neighbors, friends and even strangers in passing!!! The resolve among our great nation. The heart grew stronger in America that day, it wasn't blown to bits, much to the dismay of these evil cowards. We were a nation, awakened, UNITED!
I remember coming home after work that day, and watching it all again with my husband and our son. My son had a very hard time with it all, he could only look at us and just have such a hard time finding words to say what was so heavy on his heart. It took him a couple days afterward to finally come to us to let us know that his mind was made up. He reminded us how he always thought about becoming a US Marine, like his dad. Only it never really ever meant anything beyond it being another form of bonding with his dad. Till now.... he was fully committed to serving our country, as it was the only way he knew how "he" would ever be able to "somehow" make it all right by all those families taken from our nation that horrible day. To serve and PROTECT all the families of our nation that had been left behind to carry on this life on our precious piece of "homeland" of this big wide earth. From that day forward, that was, still is, his greatest heart's desire.
I am forever grateful to our President and to our families serving in our nation's military forces that has worked hard night and day SINCE, who all have sacrificed of themselves so greatly to keep (and has kept) us ALL SAFE from this ever happening EVER AGAIN! God Bless America. We are NOT taking this horrible day in defeat...we are STANDING IN RESOLVE and living on....FOR THEM. Peace be with them, always.
To ALL our nation's families, I pray, God be with, protect and heal....