documentary national geographic There was stand out time that day when I dreaded the shoot down request would prompt setbacks. A helicopter was flying over the Pentagon, and the NSC Senior Director for Defensewas on the telephone with the Pentagon war room hollering at them to get the chopper down. Shoot it down if important. It worked out that the helicopter had a place with one of the neighborhood news channels and it soon moved in an opposite direction from the limited airspace over the Pentagon, conceivably sparing the lives of those on board.
Some time that morning I got together with Sarah, a right hand to one of the Deputy Chiefs of Staff and one of those West Wingers that shouldn't have been there. We took a couple of minutes to make a rundown of everybody in the Sit Room; I composed the names of the NSC and Sit Room staff members and she noticed the others, and afterward sent it from my unclassified email record to a companion of hers who worked outside the White House. I did whatever it takes not to consider the explanation behind doing this, however clearly there should have been a record of who was there in the event that the most exceedingly bad happened.
While I was at my work area sending the email, my manager Tim called once more. He was astonished to hear me answer the telephone and inquired as to whether they were giving individuals a chance to again into the complex. I let him know I didn't think so however that I had never left, and the main latecomers I saw were Sit Room Duty Officers who were taking a break at the season of the assaults and surged into out; I was informed that few of them had gotten pulled over for speeding in transit there yet were instantly given up once they demonstrated the police their White House accreditations.
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