It's scary to realise that one year has past since the July 7th bombings in London. It feels more recent than that somehow, perhaps because it's been so much in the media.
Today, the whole city stopped to remember those who were unfortunate enough to lose their lives a year ago. It was a scary day; nobody knew where anyone else was as all the phone networks got jammed. The fact that it hit commuter rush hour made it much worse.
I vividly remember standing for hours in the Resuscitation Room at the hosiptal where I was working in central London, waiting for casualties to arrive and fearing the worst. We were lucky because by the end of the day we had only seen three minor walking wounded. On the other hand, we all did feel a lot of frustration because we were ready to help and nobody was brought our way. It did seem daft at the time that there were probably about 60-100 highly trained doctors and nurses, standing by to receive patients, who ended up doing nothing when another London hospital received over 200 wounded patients.
Politicians have been on TV today saying that they expect that it will happen again. Maybe not in the same way, but terrorist acts will always be with us and so the threat remains unchanged.
It's sad to say that I agree with them that it's only a matter of time, but we will be prepared.