What it was like in the room as shots rang out at correspondents' dinner
I had just put my knife and fork down, and almost didn't notice the booming sounds coming from somewhere in front of me in the direction of the main entrance to the ballroom at the Washington Hilton. Then I felt the head of my colleague, Daniel, who I had just been speaking to, brush past and I realised he was diving for the floor. I was on my knees, under the table cloth, almost certain that here I was, another Saturday night, another presidential event, and in the midst of yet another shooting.
Another colleague told me how, as the shots rang out, he saw dozens of people running into the ballroom from the corridor outside.
A colleague told me how she had seen the Secret Service on the stage behind us, rushing President Trump, First Lady Melania Trump, and Vice-President JD Vance away.
Just before the dinner, I had seen Health Secretary RFK Jr in a small room by the ballroom.
I asked him if he was looking forward to the event, and he told me he was hungry and wanted to get on with it.
He was seated at a table not far behind me.
Immediately, your mind goes to the what, the why and - in this case - especially the how. How could a gunman have got close to the president, again? All the roads had been closed around the Hilton for hours, blocked off by law enforcement.
But the security at the venue itself wasn't particularly heavy.
The man on the door outside only took a cursory look at my ticket from what must have been six feet away.
They did not ask me to turn out my belongings
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