I dropped off my kids at school, and went home. I was flicking through the channels on my TV looking for something to keep me company while i cleaned the house, and I saw the coverage on CNN after the 1st plane hit. I sat on the edge of my bed, and watched through the tears as the second plane hit, the people running, and crying, the screaming, the constant replays, all the rescue workers and people with dirt and dust covering them, then the plane hit the Pentagon,and I nearly fell off the bed. My husband was working in DC, and often works close to the Pentagon. I got on the phone and called him. It took me three times to get the number right. When he answered his cell phone, and I knew he wasn't hurt I fell apart. He could hardly understand what I was saying, and he asked me if I had just had a bad dream or something. I told him about the towers, and the Pentagon, and I told him I was calling to make sure he was safe. I hung up the phone, and cried all the way to my kid's elementary school, then waited in a huge line to sign them out with all the other parents.
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