Hard anniversary

This is the first tragic anniversary (Memorial Day, D-Day, Hiroshima, Nagasaki) that has ever had any true meaning to me. This is a hard one, and I’m frankly not up to the task of reliving what we went through two years ago today. My first thoughts then were of the people I had, friends, family and co-workers, who might be in danger, and my first actions were to find them and try to get them to a safe place. We had fewer people than usual in New York that day, but quite a few in DC, including some across the street from the Pentagon. We didn’t know where “safe” would be at the time, but we tried to help them to get home to their families, and started setting up the response team. Dozens of people volunteered to go to Ground Zero to work on the response. It was grim and heavy and important. It was like carrying a casket.

My story was mostly 150 miles away, though. If you want to know closer stories, look at the Voices site.