I was in a classroom with special needs children that day. My co-teacher's father was in the Pentagon. We took turns going to the school library to watch TV, and her trying to get her dad on the phone. (The plane went over his desk, but he had taken his staff to another part of the building for a meeting, all survived) Because we we near a major Army base, we were warned about attacks in our area too.
We were told to plan to spend what ever time it took to get the kids connected to their parents, even if it took all night. Jim was on duty, so I had to find my kids by phone, and get them to lock themselves in the house until I could get to them.
Jim has spent three long tours looking for these *** holes, and many short ones.
I agree with Doug. We must not ever forget what happened.