I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the planes hit the twin towers in New York on September 11, 2001. Like those who remember exactly where they were and what they were doing on November 22, 1963, or December 7, 1941. Like many people I know and love, for me today is a day of remembrance and reflection.
I heard about the first plane hitting one of the twin towers and then watched on TV as the second hit. I was standing in the booking room of the Placer County Jail, only three months or so after I was promoted to Lieutenant.
Even now, in remembering that moment, that day, that time I get that same feeling …. and this is what I miss most about my career in law enforcement. The moment -- the images that are burned most clearly in my memory is of emergency workers as they ran towards the disaster while thousands fled in panic. It is that “family” that I miss and those “brothers and sisters” that I never knew that I mourn.
All I really wanted to do that day was to be there, to help, to join that law enforcement family as they grieved the loss of their brethren and continued to work tirelessly to help survivors. I felt helpless as I watched on TV from 3000 miles away.
With deepest gratitude to those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
All gave some …. Some gave all.