Traffic was slow this morning in the HOV lanes on 395. As we inched toward the exit for the Pentagon, everyone on the bus was quiet, lost in their thoughts or reading the paper.
I watched a plane on its ascent from National climbing across the grey sky over the Pentagon, and suddenly my mind stopped drifting and I remembered the date. I saw other people on the bus turn to watch the plane, and I imagined that we were all thinking the same thing.
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Yeah, it was a bad day. I remember watching the Pentagon burn from my office Tysons. You could see the small plume of smoke ten miles away.
Well put, Liz. I had the same thought Tuesday as I rode the bus to the Pentagon. I remembered watching that place five years ago and here I was walking beneath it just to go to school. So very sad.
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