On September 11, 2001 I was in Washington, DC. At the time I was in an office building that sat right on the Potomac river. When we first learned of a plane hitting the first tower, myself and a few others rushed to the only television in the office to hear more about this horrific “accident”. We then watched in horror as a second plane hit. The realization then sank in that this was no accident.
When we received word that the Pentagon had just been hit, we all rushed to the windows – knowing the Pentagon was just on the other side of that river, a view obstructed by trees. From our location we could see the smoke billowing up into the air. From there, everything just seemed surreal. Everyone was scared. Everyone was in panic mode – what should we do? We all did the only thing we knew how, get out of the city the best way we could.
Forever changed are the lives of the families who lost their loved ones. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons and daughters left for work that morning, boarded flights, only to never return. Just as the events of that day are seared into our minds, the men, women and children who lost their lives on that fateful day never be forgotten.
September Sapphire Blog Challenge Prompt: Where were you on September 11, 2001?