I felt anger, and one of the few bright spots in the days right after the attack was the point-counterpoint article in the Onion - should we retaliate with blind rage or measured, focused rage?  It helped a little to put it in perspective. 

On the day, I was in my office a block from the White House and blissfully unaware of events.  I walked by the conference room and saw everyone gathered around a 3” B&W TV.  The first tower had been hit.  As I watched, the second plane hit. 

Astonishment, disbelief.  Fifty thousand people work in those buildings.  Over the next hour, we heard that the Pentagon was hit, and rumors that there was a bomb at the State Department.  Six planes were unaccounted for.  Eventually someone did the math, and the decision to evacuate was made.  Everyone was kicked out of the government offices downtown.  Everyone figured that one of the missing planes was coming for the White House or for the Capitol.

The metro had already closed, and the streets were gridlocked with federal workers and cars.  The cell networks had crashed - but I had managed to get a hold of my dad at the Air and Space Museum on a landline before we were told to leave.

I started walking toward the mall.  Every few feet I’d see someone dial a number on their cell phone, hold it to their ear, then say, “Shit.” Cars were barely moving.

Ten blocks later, I got to the mall.  I was never so relieved as when I looked to my right and saw the Washington Monument, and to the left and saw the Capitol.  Both were still standing.  Except for the panic, it was as beautiful a day as you ever get in swampy DC.

I got to the museum, which had never opened, and sweet talked my way in.  Dad and I watched the news on a small tv in the library for a couple hours.  When we emerged, the city was deserted.  No cars, no pedestrians.  It was the eeriest thing I have ever seen.  Bright, sunny, clear day in DC, and not a tourist in sight.

I finally boarded the reopened metro, and when we came above ground just before National Airport we all turned back and saw the plume of smoke from the Pentagon.  It was still smoking when they reopened some of the roads around the Pentagon.