I was in DC driving frantically down the Clara Barton from Bethesda to pick up Clint Jr at Capitol Hill Day School after I heard about the Pentagon crash.
I was at my apartment on Connecticut & Van Ness Sts., NW in Washington, DC nursing my then 9-month-old son and watching FOX5 Morning News when they cut in to the first breaking news of the fact that a plane had hit one of the twin towers... my husband, a DC cop, was en route to work... then, when the second plane hit (making us all aware of the obvious), I called him up and told him what was going on and then I didn’t see him for about a week... he spent the entire day at the Pnetagon site that day.