Inside the Situation Room 3

documentary national geographic I recall nearly everything that happened, yet I've generally had an issue with the definite course of events of how things went down. It's likely on the grounds that so much was occurring all the while and I wasn't paying consideration on the clock. A standout amongst the most jolting sights that day was that of the Vice President being hustled through the Sit Room by his Secret Service point of interest through a back way out that prompted the President's Emergency Operations Center (PEOC), a dugout underneath the White House that would be more secure than the Sit Room if the White House was an objective, yet appreciated the same correspondences and knowledge that came into the Sit Room itself. Dr. Rice joined the Vice President in the PEOC, alongside Karen Hughes and a few other people who strolled by me on their approach to relative security. That some portion of it never irritated me, on the grounds that as one of the most reduced level staff members in the NSC I realized that I was nonessential were anything genuinely deplorable to happen and I acknowledged that.

Everything considered, there were around forty individuals in the Sit Room that day, the vast majority of who had a place there short of what I did. In any event I worked down there and was cleared for everything coming in. The general population from other West Wing workplaces ought to have been a distant memory, alongside the other people who cleared before, and spent the larger part of their day sitting in the meeting room viewing the news. Whatever is left of us had one eye stuck to the TV and one eye on whatever else we were doing.

I spent whatever is left of my day with the communicators and knew from the get-go that we ought to expect more assaults; they wound up not happening, but rather that was little reassurance when all was said and done. I busied myself gathering letters of sympathy from outside governments that had started pouring in and whatever else the communicators required me to do. I soon landed another position: keep an open line with Barksdale AFB in Louisiana, where the President was heading in the wake of spending the morning in Florida. I grabbed a safe telephone and called Barksdale, and after that all I needed to do to keep the line open was hold the recipient and ensure we didn't get disengaged. Not an intense occupation, but rather one that could be urgent if a brief moment choice was required. Once Offutt AFB, Nebraska, was picked as the President's transitory war room, I hung up with Barksdale and set up a line to Offutt. We were detached sooner or later after Air Force One arrived in Omaha, however I was there to reply when the telephone rang.