Posted 07 September 2011 - 09:35 PM
When the first plane hit the World Trade Center tower, I was in a Super Shuttle van on my way to Sacramento Intl Airport. My final destination was to be Saudi Arabia (the home country of most of the hijackers – how's that for irony?) where I was to spend the next two months. I was working for Lockheed Martin as a contractor in the U-2 program at Beale AFB and we had planes flying out of Prince Sultan Airbase, keeping an eye on Iraq. Since the radio had been turned off in the van, I had no idea of what had happened. When I arrived at the United terminal, something out of the ordinary seemed to be going on but I didn't know what.
After several minutes in the check-in line, one of the ticket agents started waving her hands over her head and said in a loud voice that until further notice, all flights were cancelled and anyone who had already checked in baggage would have it returned, and that soon the CHP would block the entrance to the airport to all civilian traffic. With a stunned look on my face I turned around and asked the woman behind me if she knew what was going on. She told me about the two planes crashing into the WTC and I was in disbelief. After a moment, I walked out of the terminal and to the Super Shuttle kiosk. The agent there said that the CHP had already closed off the main airport entry from the freeway and would soon close any others but vans were still “sneaking in” through a back way and I should be able to get a ride home. As it turned out, I did and the other entrance was closed to traffic soon after we left the airport.
The next day, I reported to work at Beale, and what was usually a 30 second process to get past the security gate on the base turned into a 90 minute wait as everyone entering the base was getting his or her car searched and ID's were being closely scrutinized. Since there was to be no flying for a while, we spent the day watching events unfold on the tv and seeing those people being killed brought tears to my eyes. The guy that I was to replace had already boarded a Lufthansa connecting flight out of Frankfurt on 9/11, heading to San Francisco. He got half way across the Atlantic when his plane was turned around and not having sufficient parking space in Frankfurt, his plane landed in Leipzig, which less than 2 years before had been in East Germany. He was stuck there for around a week and was very unhappy. That's certainly one day I'll never forget.