rach3975
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I worked at a non-profit in Washington, DC at the time. I took the subway to work, and my line went right under the Pentagon. I got to work after the first tower had been hit, when people still thought it might have been an accident. I remember walking by the conference room (where people were watching it on tv) just as the second tower was hit and it became clear that we were definitely under attack, then watching as the news of the Pentagon broke.
I spent the next little while alternating between watching tv in horror in the conference room and rushing back to my office to make desperate phone calls trying to get in touch with my DH and my sister (and other relatives). DH also worked in DC in a Federal building right near the Capitol, and my sister lived in NYC near the WTC. She was woken up that morning by the noise of one of the 2 planes flying so low overhead.
Finally everyone at work decided to try to get home. I got on a train, and they still were running under the Pentagon even though the Pentagon had been hit. Just before my train went under the Pentagon, there were rumors that another plane was on its way and that the Pentagon was one of the potential targets. They evacuated us from the train, and we stood outside waiting for buses. I stood there in shock, watching the plumes of smoke billowing up from the Pentagon, smelling the smoke.
A lot of that day is a blur; I spent hours of it in traffic, trying to get home. IIRC, my 1 hour commute home took about 6 hours that day. I spent most of that time worrying and trying unsuccessfully to get through to people on my cell. I didn't know if my DH had managed to get out of DC, didn't know if more planes were coming that might be heading for the Capitol or even his building. I can't remember if we listened to the coverage on the bus radio -- you'd think we must have, but I remember the feelings of that day more than the facts. I remember getting home and being so relieved that DH was home safe. I remember being glued to the tv, watching for hours as I caught up on what had happened while I tried to get home. The whole thing was surreal and terrifying, the kind of thing you read about but never expect to be personally affected by.
I spent the next little while alternating between watching tv in horror in the conference room and rushing back to my office to make desperate phone calls trying to get in touch with my DH and my sister (and other relatives). DH also worked in DC in a Federal building right near the Capitol, and my sister lived in NYC near the WTC. She was woken up that morning by the noise of one of the 2 planes flying so low overhead.
Finally everyone at work decided to try to get home. I got on a train, and they still were running under the Pentagon even though the Pentagon had been hit. Just before my train went under the Pentagon, there were rumors that another plane was on its way and that the Pentagon was one of the potential targets. They evacuated us from the train, and we stood outside waiting for buses. I stood there in shock, watching the plumes of smoke billowing up from the Pentagon, smelling the smoke.
A lot of that day is a blur; I spent hours of it in traffic, trying to get home. IIRC, my 1 hour commute home took about 6 hours that day. I spent most of that time worrying and trying unsuccessfully to get through to people on my cell. I didn't know if my DH had managed to get out of DC, didn't know if more planes were coming that might be heading for the Capitol or even his building. I can't remember if we listened to the coverage on the bus radio -- you'd think we must have, but I remember the feelings of that day more than the facts. I remember getting home and being so relieved that DH was home safe. I remember being glued to the tv, watching for hours as I caught up on what had happened while I tried to get home. The whole thing was surreal and terrifying, the kind of thing you read about but never expect to be personally affected by.
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