If you call that lucky. I was right where the thing went off fifteen minutes previously. I probably saw Rudolph.
I believe that had I been right where the rucksack bomb was found I would have followed the instructions to unass the area and would have been alright, but it was dark and there was some unavoidable confusion. As it was I was already several hundred feet from the explosion.
The people who were killed and hurt (I remember that there were over a hundred hurt and two or three killed) were in the process of being separated from the area, and were being pushed back, which caused a traffic jam both ways on the foot paths, in which I was standing wondering why they weren't moving in the direction I wanted. When the thing went off we hit the ground and I pushed my wifes face into the grass as I tried do the same into the concrete for myself. I got up and looked at what was happening, we decided to try and move up to see if we could help, but the police were cordoning off the area. There were a couple dozen medics and what looked like a hundred police in the area right then, so we asked a cop if we could help and he said that we needed to exit the area. We decided that following directions was the best idea right then. We got on the train, and when I had a minute to think I started to get pissed off. I stayed that way for a while, without an outlet, but that's how it works.
I went to work the next day, and down to Centennial Olympic Park the next day, and then the next again, as my unseen way of flipping off the then unknown terrorist(s). They reopened the park with about hundreds of federal agents, national guardsmen, and about a 100 Border Patrol trainees inspecting bags at the metal detectors, and thousands of people coming back to the park.
It was a different thing for me, I could not shoot back, and could not respond with any action. I went home, and chafed and dealt with the frustration.
I still feel some of it.
Is my Pan Am ticket to the moon still good?