I was a brand new detective on Pacific time. Wife was in bed still and I was getting ready for briefing which was at 0700. I put on the news as I usually did before I left for the station and saw the reports coming in. A lot of confusion on the reporting but it was clear that this was no accident. I left for work and had the news on, there was little activity on the police radio. The radio news made me pick up the phone and call my wife. I told her the country was under attack, to turn on the news and that I would call her as soon as I could.
The station was somber. Detectives were gathered around a TV in the Robbery/Homicide Unit but it was too damned crowded. Some of us went up to the gym where there were TVs and plenty of room. Not a lot being said. My sergeant came in, he was in the Air Guard so he told us to stay put and that he was going to find out what was going on. By the end of the week, he would be activated and preparing for his first trip to the sand box. Anyways, shortly after this, a lieutenant came in. He was (and is) a salty old bastard who had been a Marine combat veteran of Vietnam. He ordered us to get into uniform and get to the briefing room. We did and shortly thereafter, I'm thinking it was maybe 0945 or so, my partner and I were in an unmarked car assigned to protect the station entrance. That sucked, but it didn't last long. We were then released to patrol the casinos, which were deemed high-value targets.
In the afternoon, we were advised that the department would be going to 12 hr shifts with no days off until further notice. We were also taken off the casino patrol and switched to the airport, which was eerie as hell since all planes had been ordered to land. Walking through the concourse and checking travelers, trying to bring order to chaos. At least there were a finite amount of people. It wasn't like more planes were coming in. Once Airport Police had a handle on it, we were ordered to spread out city-wide and start preparing lists of infrastructure targets in our known beats.
The thing I remember most about that day was the shock and anger. Just how quiet the police radio was. It was like the country had turned off. Of course we were only handling priority 1 calls but most people were just glued to their TVs and directing their anger outwards, rather than at their friends and family. Cut down on calls for service a lot. A lot of cops got called up and that impacted us. Like I said, my sergeant left shortly after the attacks. Which sucked as a new detective, I really enjoyed working for him, and he remains one of my best friends. Easily the best sergeant I had in 25 years of law enforcement.
This morning I heard a commentator make the observation that 9-11 was our generation's Pearl Harbor. If that be the case and the metric, we have failed miserably in our response.