Beyond the Rubble
I remember the exact minute a slow-moving, unmarked van transported me from the supply warehouse to Ground Zero. When I stepped out of it, it felt like I stepped out of my childhood idealism and into the only war zone most people in my generation had ever seen.
It was like every disaster movie I'd ever seen rolled into one, only sickeningly real. A mammoth skyscraper lay in shambles. Lives had been lost and more hung in the balance. And every agency I'd ever seen on TV--FEMA, the ...