7 years ago today I responded to the WTC.
Like every other officer at the scene I wanted to be a part of the rescue effort.
Instead I got morgue detail. Much worse IMHO not because of the working conditions, but of the hopeless feeling you got. I would much rather have been moving rubble and hoping to save someone but instead was seeing firsthand the brutal aftermath of the attack.
My most heartbreaking moment was when I had to inventory the property of a victim, a NYFD member. He was barely recognizable as a human being but in his pocket was his keychain with a locket in the shape of his shield. Inside was pictures of his 2 daughters.
I dont know exactly why I type this here...twice Ive come close to deleting it and just posting a salute. I guess its my way of putting a more personal face on the tragedy and making its memory linger with you all...and its therapeutic for me as well.
Like almost everyone in NY, I lost friends that day - 2 fellow officers.
Take nothing in life for granted ladies & gents. Cherish every day, hug your kids, your dog, and enjoy life.
Here ends my sermon
Thanks for remembering.