Hurricane Andrew, Miami, August 24, 1992.
Living in Miami, we've been through a number of hurricanes, including some strong direct hits -- but I've never seen anything like Andrew. It absolutely obliterated entire sections in the suburbs south of Miami. Some subdivisions were literally just gone.
The hurricane hit on a Monday. We actually were in San Francisco and couldn't get back until Wednesday because the airport was closed. I was with the police department, and our station at the airport was the only phone I could reliably get with the department.
On Friday, I was assigned to take a reconnaissance flight in a helicopter from north to south in preparation for closing a major road and running it one-way south as a means to expedite food and water trucks. The further south we got, the worse it was. In some areas where we knew trailer parks had been, there were only twisted aluminum debris fields stretching a half-mile or more. It was a mess.
I later drove down into the worst-affected areas -- which despite all the hype about the city of Homestead, was actually about 5 miles north of Homestead. We went to a condo complex called Naranja Lakes, where there was nothing standing more than 3 feet high -- no trees, no buildings, everything was sheared off. I saw one car that had been split in half length-ways by a 15 foot section of reinforced concrete tie-beam that had been thrown about 50 yards from a building across the parking lot. We entered homes where there was nothing higher than the kitchen counters -- not one home, most homes.
Homestead AFB was destroyed, and later closed. Years later, it was reopened as an Air Reserve base, but it's a shadow of what it was on August 24, 1992.
I could go on for pages, but there is just no describing the devastation of that hurricane.