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I woke up pretty late that morning, about quarter to nine, with the television still on FoxNews from the night before. Grogginess mixed with words like 'horrible' and 'incredible' and 'nightmarish' as I pawed the nightstand for my glasses.

Something had crashed into the World Trade Center!

I woke my dad and returned to the television in time to see the footage of the crash and hear dad yelling from another room "Something hit the other tower!"

"No, no," I shot back, "that's just a replay."

He entered the room. "Replay hell. Look!"

We stared for a few moments, speechless, before I muttered "Dad, this is war."

I was working. A coworker came in and told me that a plane had hit the first building. I was listening on the radio when the other plane hit. Our break-room has a TV which was on, but I could only catch glimpses every now and then: my boss is a real a**h*** and supreme liberal. He couldn't care less if the Nation was being attacked as long as he makes money. What went through my mind, as everything unfolded was how vulnerable our National Buildings are. I always thought that the Capitol, the White House etc were protected by missles. When those planes started going down, I felt like those buildings were something of MINE; very precious and in danger. It was an awakening that we aren't immune to attack.