To: E. T. who wrote (204728 ) 11/26/2001 9:23:14 AM From: E. T. Respond to of 769670 False alarm roused Bush from his bed... thetimes.co.uk FROM MARTIN FLETCHER IN WASHINGTON ON THE night of September 11, President and Mrs Bush were roused from their bed and rushed down to the bunker below the White House because an aircraft had been spotted flying towards the President’s mansion, George W. Bush disclosed yesterday. Describing his day to Newsweek magazine, Mr Bush also recalled the moment that Andrew Card, his Chief of Staff, told him of the second attack on the World Trade Centre as he was waiting to speak at a Florida elementary school. He said that he tried not to look shocked. “I was very aware of the cameras,” he said. “America is under attack. I’m trying to absorb that knowledge. I have nobody to talk to. I’m sitting in the midst of a classroom with little kids and I realise I’m the Commander-in-Chief and America’s under attack.” He was whisked back to Air Force One, where he told aides: “We’re at war. That’s what we are paid for, boys. The first thing we had to do was understood what the heck was going on.” Air Force One embarked on an eight-hour odyssey before it was deemed safe for Mr Bush to return to Washington at 5.30pm. Still nettled by the criticism, he insisted: “I wanted to go back to Washington. There is strong advice that I did not, primarily from the VicePresident.” He held a National Security Council meeting in the emergency operations centre in a bunker below the building. Then, as they were going upstairs, a secret service agent said: “Mr President, we’re staying down here in the basement.” The President recalled: “I had taken a look at the bed which (Laura) points out was about a 1955 roll-out, pull-out. I said: ‘No, we’re not. I’m really tired. I’ve had a heck of a day and I’m going to sleep in my own bed.’ ” At 11.30pm, they were sound asleep. “I can hear a guy breathing quite heavily. ‘Mr President! Mr President! There’s an unidentified aircraft heading toward the White House.’ So we get out of bed. I’m actually in my running shorts with a T-shirt, old shoes. Grab Barney, grab Spot (the family dogs). Laura has no contacts, she’s holding on to my arm. We get into the elevator, straight down, in towards the conference room. “And I’m thinking: ‘What the heck is going on?’ Then an enlisted fellow walks in and goes: ‘Mr President, good news. It’s one of our own.’ ”