I remember hearing this on the radio as we were in the car bugging out.
When I heard this I thought my life in New Orleans was over.
I bartended a wedding that night. Got home at 1am & slept for 4 hours. Packed up half my life and evacuated to family in Jacksonville, Florida at 530am.
And yet, the hurricane part did the least damage. Had the levees held as they were promised to, New Orleans would have been on her feet in weeks not years.
When I heard the levees broke, I was in Austin and I fell on my knees and cried. It was the only time my knees have literally buckled (while sober anyway).