Scottster
Member
Registered: Dec 2000
Location: New York, NY
Posts: 63 |
Hello All.
New York City has experienced a tragic loss. A loss of life, a loss of our sense of security, a loss of words...
I'd have posted sooner, but I've been busy. In addition to being a Visor enthusiast, I'm an NYPD Sergeant. We have been devastated. The FDNY has taken even greater losses. The cowardly terrorist act targeted at innocent civilians will somehow touch the life of every single person in this country. I have lost good friends, both professional and personal. My next door neighbor was on the 78th floor of Tower 2. He was last heard from just after the first jet struck Tower 1. He hasn't been located yet. The search for all victims continues. It is very difficult for rescuers to do their jobs. Fires are still burning, other buildings are ready to collapse after being bombarded with megatons of debris. We will push on but it's a slow process. This is unfortunate because with every moment that passes, we come that much closer from switching from rescue to recovery mode. When word spread of the first plane's impact, many thought it was either a mistaken rumor or an actual accident involving a small personal aircraft such as a Cessna or Piper. I didn't have a TV available so I went to the roof of my Manhattan work location. From the roof, there is an excellent view of the twin towers. I was aghast when I saw the destruction. My co-workers and I were preparing to be mobilized to go downtown as well as discussing how this could possibly happen. As we viewed the gaping hole and raging fire, we saw the second jet plow through the South Tower. Every single officer and civilian on that roof realized at the same instant that the first crash was no accident. As I write this, I'm still trying to get that damn fireball erased from my brain. I wish it were as easy as a hard reset. We were immediately mobilized. That was a little after 9:00 Tuesday. Since then, I've been working almost non-stop. Yesterday afternoon, it was decided that my unit would be working 12 hour shifts. Last night I slept in my own bed for the first time in a few very long days. They have felt like the longest of my life. I woke my kids and never hugged them so hard. I, like so many others, am a mixture of sadness, anger, exhaustion, resolve, apprehension, and so many other emotions. I apologize for this long ranting post. I wanted to sleep some more, but I couldn't. I tried to distract myself by surfing my favorite sites, and was touched by Matty's post. Thank you Matty. Thank you everyone. Right now, it's so difficult to imagine how we'll get through this, but we will. All your help is appreciated. God bless us all.
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