Jameson Reagan
"My name is Jameson Reagan and I am a patrol officer for the NYPD," Jamie began then began to tell his tale.
"I'd been studying late the night before," Jamie said. "It was the first major test of the year. I was asleep when the news came on so my roommate woke me to tell me. I thought he was joking until he dragged me to the TV in the common room where the whole dorm was watching it."
"When did you get through to Grandma?"
"I don't know," Jamie replied with a shake of his head. He fiddled with some paperwork on his desk. Like Danny and Frank, Jamie was in his dress uniform. "It felt like it had been hours, but in actuality had just been barely one."
"I wanted to do something, to, to drive down and help wherever I could, but mom told me to stay where I was and keep calm. Donate blood," he looked up at the camera. "I felt helpless and even the blood drive didn't make me feel helpful, so I jumped in my car and started down. I went the long way around through New Jersey and drove without stopping until I got home just after dark." He stopped to clear his throat. "Dad, Danny and Joe got there not five minutes later. They were covered with sweat and dust and grime… and even a bit of blood. But they were safe and home."
"How long did you stay?"
"Just under two weeks," Jamie replied. "Classes were cancelled for the rest of the week and part of the next so I stayed through the second Sunday, then drove back up."
"How were things when you went back up?"
"People were in shock," Jamie told him. "A lot of my fellow students knew people or had family in New York. We all just felt helpless."
"Did you do anything to feel less helpless?"
"We gathered blankets and food and other donations and a group of us drove down to get the stuff to mom and the groups that needed it," Jamie replied.
"Thanks, Uncle Jamie," Sean said. "How did you do on that test?"
"It got canceled," Jamie replied.
Sean nodded and turned off the camera.
"My story probably wasn't as exciting as Dad's story or Danny's," Jamie went on as Eddie joined them.
"That's the point though," Sean pointed out. "Everyone's got a story."
"Aren't you a little over-dressed for work?" Eddie asked her partner.
"The family is helping Sean with an assignment," Jamie said and he nodded to his nephew as he began unbuttoning his dress jacket.
"What about?"
Sean looked at her. "Where were you on 9/11?" He started. "I need some more stories. Would you…?"
Eddie took a step back. "I don't want to think about that day, much less tell about it."
"Why not?" Jamie asked.
"Too sad," she replied. "Besides, I'm obviously not dressed for it." She waved her hand to Jamie's dress uniform.
"You don't have to wear your dress blues," Jamie said. "I just did because Dad and Danny did."
"We can go somewhere quiet," Sean said. "And if you change your mind, I'll stop the recording."
She looked at Sean's earnestness and Jamie's curious gaze and gave in. "Alright," she said. "We can do it in the box if it's not in use."