I had an entirely different post planned for today but yesterday’s events overrode all else. My heart and prayers go out to the people of Boston. I can honestly say, “Been there, done that.”

On April 19, 1995, I’d just sat down with a fresh cup of coffee. My dogs acted oddly, rushing to the glass door in the family room and staring in the direction of downtown. Moments later, the “sonic boom” hit, rattling windows and setting my feet on a path that still haunts me all these years later.

I was a forensic fire photographer attached to the airport fire department. One of the few forensic photographers in this state. I was in uniform and headed toward the scene at the Murrah Federal Building before my pager went off. I spent a lifetime down there documenting things. The PTSD fades until the media starts making a big deal of it right before the anniversary.

On 9-11, I was a crime analyst/technical investigator (CSI) with an area police department. From my desk in the detective bay, I watched the towers come down and I realized I’d lost friends from FEMA SAR New York Task Force 1 made during the Murrah. My first thought was to load up my SUV with equipment and supplies and go to New York. Yeah. And yesterday, despite a roiling stomach and bile rising in my throat, despite shaking hands and my chest constricted by what feels like steel bands so that I could barely breathe, I wanted to grab my gear, load up my SUV and head to Boston.

I’m a writer. I capture pictures in words. It’s my “job” to peek into the dark crevices within the human psyche to add depth to my characters. But no matter how long I live, no matter how long I study human nature, I will never understand how people can be so inhumane and cruel.

Dear Boston, get well soon.


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of two award-winning series--Moonstruck and The Penumbra Papers, Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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8 Responses to Aftermath

  1. jblynn says:

    I know this has stirred up a lot of bad memories for a lot of people 😦

  2. bookwyrm217 says:

    I almost sent you a message asking if you were on the way and I’d meet you.

    • Silver James says:

      Yeah. It was tempting but by the time I got there, the incident would be over. As a forensic photographer, though, I’d damn sure like to be there going over all that photographic evidence!

  3. bookwyrm217 says:

    I am getting tired of living 3 miles from ground zero, no matter what direction it comes from.

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