It was my custom back then to go downstairs and turn on the news as I got ready for work. When I saw the news that the second tower had been hit, the anchors began to talk about this being a terror attack. I left for work and as I was driving in, I called my wife and told her that the country was under attack, to take care of our son and that I didn't know what time we would be released but I would update her. Naturally she was shocked and we mumbled "I love you's" to each other in a state of semi-disbelief. When I got to the station I walked into the squad bay and my partner was there. We went to the patrol briefing but there wasn't one. All patrol officers were told to hit the streets and to keep an eye on high traffic areas and schools, and that they would receive further assignment later.
By that time, (about 0710 hrs on the Left Coast) our sergeant rounded us up. He was, and remains a great guy and a close friend and a renowned expert on cyber crime but I digress. He took us all upstairs to the gym where there were TVs on. All of them were tuned to news channels and there were several other cops in there. We stood there watching the news and our sergeant disappeared to see what was happening as far as police services. At about 0800, a grizzled lieutenant who had been a combat Marine in Vietnam and was now the Daywatch Commander came through the gym and ordered all detectives into uniform and to meet in the briefing room as soon as we were suited up. My partner and I hit the locker room and then headed back to the squad bay before briefing. The sarge was back there and he told us all that we were going to be posted at strategic targets in unmarked vehicles. He also told us that since he was Air National Guard, he expected he would be activated soon. (He was and did two tours in Afghanistan) Of all the luck, my partner and I were assigned to the station. So we sat in an unmarked unit across from the station, listening to the police radio, the secondary radio, and the news. We also talked a lot about what might happen next and the Civil War....(hey, we both loved history)....
Anyways, eventually we were released from the station and told to conduct street patrols around the casinos looking for anything suspicious but really just to be ready for immediate area response. Of course by now it was late morning/early afternoon and the streets were empty. It was quiet like you get on Christmas....except this wasn't Christmas. There was no calls for service, everyone was glued to a TV set. This allowed the watch commander to direct dispatch to cancel all but priority 1 calls and assign patrol units to high visibility areas and cut us loose from the casinos. Then were sent to the airport where we spent hours patrolling the interior along with airport police. Finally the word came, all detective operations were cancelled with the exception of Robbery/Homicide and we would be going to twelve hour shifts until further notice to supplement patrol and to maintain watch over "strategic infrastructure". I called the wife and updated her on what was going on. To this day, I still remember the chaos and confusion of those first hours and days. Come December, my sergeant was on his way to Afghanistan, to be replaced by a thorough mediocrity. That really sucked.....fortunately, the good guy came back....