I remember. I still remember the cold, calm fear that wrapped my heart as I saw the smoke rise from the Pentagon that day. I remember rushing downstairs, hurrying out the front door past the agency head — who was trying in vain to get the intercom system to work. I remember standing on the sidewalk in the bright morning sky, wondering how I would get home with the metro closed (rumor) and bombs hitting buildings all around me (also rumors, although we didn’t know it at the time). I remember dialing my cell phone over and over, trying to check on my husband, working a world away in the suburbs. I remember the instant all our cell phones stopped working, even for texts.
I remember standing on the sidewalk with all of humanity, wondering what would happen to us now.
9-11. I will never forget.
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