I remember where I was and what I was doing.....and the emotions I felt on that day.
I was still in the military and was at Andrews, doing a cardiac stress test (a persantine actually cause the woman couldn't walk) in the stress lab (and this was before it was deemed that those HAD to be done in nuclear medicine--idiots).
One of the newer Airmen came in, Felix, and said to me "A Plane hit the Twin Towers", and I'm pretty niave so I had no idea what that was....and my mind thought what my mouth said, "Was it an accident and What are the Twin Towers" cause I really had no idea.
So someone told me....I continued doing my job....but things started to get hectic. Especially have the second plane hit. And then....the Pentagon. Througout that morning we kept hearing things like, the Justice department's been bombed, the Capital Buildings been hit....none of which actually happened....and none of us unless we snuck over to nuclear medicine, saw any of the news footage throughout the day....we were listening to all the reports via radio.
That's when we received the order to cancel all the patients for the rest of the day, and be ready to do whatever it was we had to do. Which since we were all Respiratory we set up to be ready for casualities that never came.
My usual shift was 7:30-4:30 but we were all put on standby not to leave until further notice.....so we waited...and I called my folks (cause that's all I had) because I needed to be freed up to take care of my military duty....so I called them to come and get my daughter.
Finally we were all released at 7:00pm. I went and picked up my daughter (cause the daycare stayed open too especially for double military and single parents *like myself*). I looked over at Air Force One's Hangar, thankful that my daughter would be far enough away from what seemed to everyone like a target zone.
It was around 9pm that my folks made it to the base, which was on lockdown and my father had forgotten all his ID. So I had to go to the gate, give my daughter to them (who was 16months old at the time) and watch them drive off.
I spent the night of 9/11 alone. The only thing that kept me company was my sweet cat Cody (I have no pictures, the one website I had a picture of her is no longer in existance) but she was given to me by the neighbors and she died 2 years later (I believe) from a seizure. And my telephone (cause all of us--military folks) were on what's called Telephone Standby.).
Before I went to bed....I watched some of the footage from the day....and it was shocking. I don't know what shocked me the most...
Seeing the second plane coming in and then slamming into the South Tower or seeing the bodies dropping, not bodies...desperate people....who saw no other way out.
And I waited....I waited for the phone to right...I think we all did. We had some CCATT folks (Critical Care Air Transport Team) out at the Pentagon but they never needed them. Most of the survivors from the Pentagon were taken to one of the local hospitals. Not to Andrews (and not that I blame them).
My emotions that day, Fear, Sadness, and Loneliness.
But I still remember every detail, even as I type this out....every detail of what was going on around me and what I was doing.
The next day we cancelled all patients and the next....I think we ended up cancelling patients to the end of the week....and not one of them.
Not a single solitary one of them that we cancelled got mad. None of them were upset. They knew why and they didn't complain or yell how ridiculous it was....they in fact said just reschedule us when you can.
Every single one of them.
And believe me that never happens there.
How odd that I'm writing this as if I still work there. I haven't worked there since June 2005.
Yeah I still have some people I keep in touch with here and there.
But I know I will NEVER forget what happened on 9/11. I will never forget how I felt, I will never forget where I was.
And it's sad, that alot of folks have forgotten what happened that day.
Life has resumed normal. Well normal for what it was like before. People don't care now, whereas people right afterwards would help each other. There was such a show of love and dignity and support of our Country.
Now....it's right back where it was before...Complaints, no more brotherhood, now it's for each their own.