September 11, 2010
Like you, I'm watching the 9-11 memorial services. Tremendously moving. Especially the poem read by Ms. Epps in tribute to her brother. Opened the floodgates for sure.
But where were you on that September morning? I was at work, across the street from the White House, and remember being pissed when the first fire alarm went off. As we evacuated the building, we all thought that it was a hell of time for a fire drill. We had things to do. No sooner than we returned to the building then we went out again. We heard sirens screaming and saw huge plumes of smoke rising from what we thought was the SW Freeway. Figured that it must have been a hell of crash...a tanker, probably. I tried calling my mother, my source of news, and the cell (as usual) wouldn't work. When we got inside again, calling her on the landline, I learned that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Building.
She called back within minutes to let me know that a plane had also crashed into the Pentagon. She lived in Crystal City, within walking distance of the Pentagon, and spoke of how the building shook. By that time, the order to evacuate came. Talking about a traffic jam. It took an hour or more to just move a few blocks. There was no way that we were going to be able to get home using the usual route. We finally arrived at 17th and E (I worked at 17th and D) and I took the route taking us toward Rock Creek Park. My car was loaded with coworkers who lived in far Northeast or Maryland and relied on public transportation. Everyone questioned why I was taking that route. Because, once we reached the exit for the park, I could maneuver to upper Northwest and get everyone home. It pays to know more than one way home. One coworker, who had worked in that building for 20-odd-years, did not get home until 7 p.m., because she only knew one way home. Unbelievable.
When I reached the home of the last person, I went in to watch the news. We watched the footage in disbelief. We'd thought, when leaving D.C., that these were just accidents and a coincidence that two planes would crash on the same day. To learn that it was an intentional act left us speechless.
Days later, I drove past the side of the Pentagon which had suffered the damage. Unbelievable.
Where were you on that September morning?
Be safe. Be Blessed.
Posted by DCnTN