Eleven years ago this morning, I was aboard the Disney Wonder sailing into a dry dock in Norfolk, Virginia. I was walking down a hallway carrying a large roll of plastic to cover the seats in the theatre when I got the call on the radio; an airplane had just crashed into one of the world trade center towers and it was all over the television stations. I remember walking up to the Broadcast Center on deck five to see the news casts and as I walked in the second plane hit. Those technicians that weren't there already hustled up to watch the news with us on every station simultaneously.
As the morning progressed and the world began to realize that this was a coordinated attack the ship began to take measures to ensure that it was not a target. At that point all that was clear was that the attacks seemed to be aimed at symbols of America and what better symbol than Disney. I remember watching the sailors unfurling large sections of tarpaulin to cover the giant Mickey logos on the funnels and the sides of the ship and all the while we were sailing into Norfolk as several naval ships were sailing out.
It was quite some time before we were cleared and even after they cleared us there were armed military guards all over the place. This is what I remember of September 11th, this is what I was doing.