WWIII Blues
I was in Crystal City underground getting breakfast when the plane hit on 9/11.
I didn't see or hear a thing until a mall guard comes running by yelling we all needed to evacuate. I got a call from my son, then my daughter, then my ex.
Yeah, I'm okay. What's the matter?
When I told them where I was, they freaked.
A plane just crashed into the Pentagon! You have to get out!
Easier said than done when you're in a wheelchair, and everyone is sprinting past you in panic. They were closing the metro, and I managed to catch the last outbound.
I was living in a condo in Alexandria at the time. I had a view up the river to the Capitol. It was a fine day. We drank beer and sat out on our balconies with binoculars long past sunset, watching the smoke rise forever ever, wondering what was going to happen next.