When things are going wrong, there's a sense of detachment; the urge to do what can be done. Frustration when there is little one can do. Afterward, it takes time to drop out of crisis management mode, to reflect. For me, the moment early this afternoon that really snapped things home was when my apartment shuddered to the sound of heavy military helicopter blades, and I looked out to watch Marine One on final approach to the VT Airport.
I don't usually deal well with large crowds, but I'm glad I watched the convocation live. Virginia Tech is too large to fit into one building in far more ways than seating; we are a community that stretches around the world, and our spirit is greater than any physical structure or tragedy.
How easy is it to forget in the technical details of disaster preparadness, that some days what you need most on call is a
poet.
Let's Go Hokies, Let's Go! indeed.