"I was actually on my way to New Orleans, LA from Tacoma, WA where I had been stationed. I was being transferred to Ft Rucker, Al, when I decided to make a vacation out of it and we left for a Van-In in New Orleans. On our way there I visited a army buddy in Galveston, TX, when the storm hit. We stayed that night in the van, in a parking lot between Galveston and Houston. Next day we headed for N. O and Anita followed. It wasn't that bad that night, except for the mosquitos, which where huge, and the van shook a little. Well, the Van-In wasn't scheduled for the Labor Day weekend, and I decided to go to St Petersburg, Fl, where there was one. We arrived there at midnight and went straight to the camp site. We had one heck of a good time, even though it rained the whole first day. Thinking back on it, it was good that we didn't have the TV on in the van, because we probably would not have gone. When I actually got to FT Rucker a few months later and visited Panama City Beach and seen all the destruction there I realized we were pretty lucky to not have been living along the coast. Like they say, ignorance is bless. "