My day started like all other days. I got my kids ready for school and sent them off on the school bus watching as the bus disappeared over the hill.
My wife was on vacation in Germany visiting her parents.
I was working inside the Pentagon when the news came that America was being attacked. Then they struck the Pentagon. All I remember is where it struck, I was suppose to be on that side of the building to do my work. Faith saved me and my colleagues that day because the person we were waiting on was late.
Alarms going off and everyone running, I knew it was not a drill since I used to work there while in the military. Colleague mentioned it must be a drill. Told him no drill. Took over 5 hours to go 4 miles back to our office. All phone lines tied up. Could not let my family know that I was okay because they all knew where I was at working. Not able to get in touch with my kids, my wife, or parents nerve racking.
When I was finally able to get in touch with them, my brother and sister in law were on their way up from NC to get my kids.
So, the Alan Jackson song Where We’re You When The World Stop Turning fits how my world stopped on 9/1/2011.