I and my husband are civilians for the Army. I slept through the alarm clock and called in to the secretary to have her tell my boss I'd be in as soon as I got dressed. The secretary said, "don't bother, we'll likely be released to go home early." "Why?" I ask. "What's happening?" She: "Turn on your TV." I tuned in within a minute before the second plane hit. Hadn't a clue why the first tower was in flames until then. As I watched thinking this was some cruel practical joke, the first tower started pancaking. I couldn't move....it seemed to take forever. Then the 2d tower started its slo-mo descent. It wasn't until they announced that the Pentagon had suffered an attack that I got my wits about me and headed to work.
First thing I did was e-mail my son, who is an IT at a nuclear power plant, to ask if he was okay. He immediately responded that, as I had surmised, they were under lockdown. Then I called my husband, who was at Ft. Lee, VA, and was due within an hour to be at the Pentagon to brief some mucky-muck. Me: Where are you? He: I'm driving toward DC; just entered Fredericksburg city limits. Me: You won't be briefing today; you should turn around and head back to Ft. Lee. Pull over on the shoulder and turn on your radio.
Throughout the 22-hour day, as we released our personnel to go home and worked through our emergency operations procedures, we got distressing updates about the known dead and missing among our friends and collegues in the Pentagon. We had over 30 people stranded on business trips across the U.S. and internationally. As we struggled to contact each and every one of them to ascertain they were all right and to give guidance on whether to attempt to rent a car and drive home or to stay put, I feared for my husband and my son who were both potentially in harm's way. Because of the airline groundings and the mass hysteria of stranded passengers demanding to be flown home first, he didn't make it home for a week and a half.
You see, not only did the Towers fall with the unbelievable waste of innocent life as a warning to us that it didn't matter who died, but they hit us at the very core of pride as the foremost military force in the world. When they hit the Pentagon, they snubbed their noses at the very heart of the defense of our country. For that, our military are unforgiving and unforgetful.
We can argue ad nauseum about the need for such a force or whether we are right/wrong in Iraq/Afghanistan. But let's not forget that those in the Towers, the Pentagon, Flight 93, and others who worked so hard in the aftermath must be remembered and honored. Such a small price we pay by commemorating today for the huge price they paid.