Forever and always, never forgive and never forget...
I didn't see the 1st WTC tower fall. I saw the 2nd. I FELT the Pentagon explosion right up through the floor where I worked in Washington DC. I didn't know the cause of the THUD at the time, but I learned soon enough.
Everyone was evacuated. I saw the traffic jams outside, so I stood on the roof of the building while there were rumors of another suicide plane. It crashed in Pennsylvania due to the bravery of the passengers. I won't forget that either.
When the traffic vanished, I drove home.
"Embedded in the memories of everyone who lived through it, this was the
day four jet planes were hijacked and crashed into the New York World
Trade Center and the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia, causing the deaths
of 2,977 people. The fourth plane (United Airlines Flight 93) was
directed at Washington DC, but its passengers bravely attempted to take
back control and it crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania."
Never forgive, never forget...