A Day Never Forgotten

I was working for the Drug Enforcement Administration across Army Navy Drive the day American Airlines flight 77 crashed into the pentagon.  I was working on the 10th floor of my building.  I had just seen the planes crash into the World Trade Center on CNN in my boss’s office.

It just didn’t resonate with me what had happened what I saw.  I went back to my desk.  A few minutes later the building seemed to shake.  Flight 77 had hit the pentagon.  While we tried to remain calm, we evacuated the building using the stairwell.  As I went outside onto the street, I immediately saw the black smoke pouring out of the pentagon.  I was shaking.  We had been told to get as far away from the area as quickly as we could for fear of another attack.  Special Agents had taken to the street to help with traffic control as the traffic lights were not working.  I saw colleagues emotionally over come at what they were witnessing.  I ran for my car parked in the garage and ran over the curb as I was leaving the area.  My wife who was working at Seven Corners at the time was trying to reach me to make sure I was alright.  We lived in Falls Church.  When I got home, I turned on the television to find out the latest.  It was so horrific so terrifying.  It is a day that is etched in my memory for the rest of my life.

 

 

 

 

 

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