NYFD Battalion Chief John Moran (Freeper BCM) Perishes In World Trade Center

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[TheErnFormerlyKnownAsBig]

I woke today not in my home state of Washington, but in Texas....scouting for land to purchase. I am political refugee in search if a new homeland.

I opened up my phone and went to Freerepublic to post something about BCM as he and I spoke on this website enough that I considered him an “online friend.”

I was very happy to see someone had created a thread to remember him by already.

Here is my BCM story which unfortunately came after he died.

I was to fly with my wife and 2.5 month old son on 9-12....going to Oceanside CA to exhibit the beautiful boy to his maternal grandparents.

That was not to be.

But I had to fly somewhere else a short time after domestic air travel resumed.

I arrived at Seatac Airport before the gate agents even began work and was standing in line as the terminal awoke for the day.

Beneath the ticket agent floor, in the bowels of the airport, is the baggage handling area and small trains that haul you to other terminals run through the same area.

The airport is quiet...no rush of people or children crying.

I feel the 1st train run of the day vibrating the floor I am standing atop as it rolls along on the level below me.

It makes the floor bounce up and down just a little and as I am feeling myself bouncing.....the public address system begins broadcasting. “John Moran, paging John Moran....”

This repeats several times and I had tears begin to escape my eyes.

At this same moment the ticket agent begins to ask me the standard questions and notices my state of sadness.

I give her a very quick explanation and then she asks me “where would you like to sit?”

My response was “wherever I can be of most use.”

She looks up at me from her computer terminal a little confused, then realizes what I mean.

She assigns me a seat in the first row closest to the cockpit on this flight which has no 1st row and I walk off to my gate thinking about BCM.