WTC

It is an absolutely beautiful day with clear air, a rarity for New York City, as I get my coffee from the cart in front of 26 Federal Plaza, enter through the "FO ONLY" gate, onto the elevator, and up to the 11th floor.

I love going to work, since I get to see about 400 people a day, make a few arrests, and send a few well on their way to becoming citizens of the U.S..

As I walk to the counter, I look at the crowd, and see there's a 'bumper crop' of supposed Liberians, telling lies, and trying to reap the benefits of those who so desperately deserve them.

It is a difficult task to tell the 'good' from the 'bad' from the 'ugly', but years of experience teach you what to look for.

I sit at my desk, one hand on my coffee the other on the PC as the room rumbles.

I go to my Supervisor's office and ask if he's felt anything and he says "No", to which I reply. "You're numb!"

I tell him "This is something big, I'm leaving", and he says "I'll have to charge you …", as I answer "Big deal, charge me what you want, I'm getting out of here!"

I run downstairs to the train as my cell phone rings, and he says "Evacuate the building", as I reply, "Up yours!"

I catch the last train going North, and watch a building collapse, through a barroom window, when I get there.
The Captain sees my shield, points to me and I'm the last person on the ferry, going home to New Jersey.