I was posted in the barracks at one of the fire escapes with a web belt tied around the handle and to my wrist to keep it closed. We couldn't just lock it because it was a fire escape. Every few minutes the low pressure outside would jerk the door open and me with it. Fun times.
Sounds like a pretty good storm. Don't remember the name of it back then. Biggest to me was Hugo in '89. It tore up Jack all the way up here, 200 miles from the coast.
