Thursday after the storm , my father, brother, uncle, and myself went to reserve to raise my fathers tugboat which had been sunken in port by the carelessness of a deckhand who had forgot to secure a watertight door after tying the boat up near the bridge in grammercy. My father and I went to Laplace first to retrieve the one working boat which would help with the salvage operation. On the way to Grammercy we saw many ships that had grounded on the shore due to the dramtic rise of the Mississippi river. Along the way we ran into different boats here and there who lent us pumps which would be key if we were going to raise the sunken boat. \r\n We finally arrived at the sunken tugboat It had settled on the river bottom at a 45 degree angle with the engine room flooded and the entire boat slick with oil and listing at a crazy angle. We set to work getting pumps in the engine room and draining the river water. The danger was as the water was drained the boat would shift possibly rolling completely over and trapping my brother and I in the engine room. After hours of pumping we finally able to close the port watertight door at which the initial floding had occured and the boat beagn to shift slightly and righted itself.\r\n We had worked for twelve hours and had raised a boat which would have cost my dad thousands to hire a salvage crew. As I sat down in the truck preparing to return to our hotel room in Port Arthur WWL played Mayor Ray Nagin\'s tearfull plea to washington to send troops because all hell had broken loose, I thought to myself where did any get RPGs*\r\n\r\n(Rocket Propelled Grenades)