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I was in a meeting about two miles away from the Pentagon.

I live a few miles from the Pentagon.

Saw the smoke cloud a few minutes after impact. I couldn't make my business meeting because of the gridlock (all gov workers sent home). When the LPG tank at the Pentagon blew, it shook the windows miles away. We thought it was a nearby truck bomb at first. My wife had already gone to work.

So I went home and watched the F-15's escort jets down to the Reagan National tarmac, and chase the Fox News helicopter away from the Pentagon.

That night my wife and I drove up 395, past the Pentagon (still in flames) and into DC. We were literally the only car on the road.

In DC, a deserted ghost town with roadblocks everywhere manned by various police departments, where they would not normally be (14th and Constitution). Strange flying motorcades of three cars up and down Pennsylvania Ave.: a black Suburban followed by a black sedan followed by another black Suburban, flashing lights only no sirens.

Then the anthrax, opening the mail with concern for weeks. Then the CAP flights above DC, you could see them high in the sky at night, making wierd 90 degree turns to hook up with their buddies. Eight at a time or maybe even more, I couldn't keep track.

Things felt better when Reagan National opened again.

I hope a lot of Islamists have been killed.

When the LPG tank at the Pentagon blew, it shook the windows miles away. We thought it was a nearby truck bomb at first.

Well, that explains the truck-bomb-outside-the-State-Department rumor...

Then the CAP flights above DC, you could see them high in the sky at night, making wierd 90 degree turns to hook up with their buddies.

I had to go to Reagan to cancel my ticket and get the paperwork done for my expense account on the 13th. I was walking back across the parking lot (the only guy there) when two Apache gunships flew past. They had full munitions on the wing stations--Hellfires and 2.75 rockets--and at least one bird had the MASTER ARM switch on, because the cannon slewed around and pointed at me (I figure the gunner saw me walking across a deserted lot and was wondering what was up).

My only thought was "Dear God, please don't let that guy have a spastic trigger finger."