I was driving down Rt 66 heading into DC, going to a job that we have been working on for about 2 months. It was a large job that was located right next to Union Station. I was half way between 495 and DC when they interrupted the talk radio show i was listening to and said a plane had crashed into a building in NY city. I wasn’t sure what building it was. I was so upset. I thought of all the people who parished that day. The radio show carried on…minutes later the next plane hit. That’s when i knew it was no accident. By then we were at the job unloading equipment listening to the story outside the truck. We were all in disbelief over what had happened. Then you hear it… a explosion in the distance. My heart dropped like a rock. I knew it was close.. then they announced that a plane had just hit the Pentagon building. We started flipping out at that point. We started shoving the equipment back into the trucks like crazy men. I don’t even remember if i got it all. It was such pandamonium there. It was me and my manager Tom. We both looked at each other and wished good luck and drove off like the rest of DC did and headed out! I was going to try and go back on 66, but i ended up going towards 295 which went right past the Pentagon. I was close to getting on the highway… i could see people crying in there cars… i couldn’t contain myself. It was so horrible what happened that day. I finally made it to the highway… it was a ghost town of a road. Not one car in sight in front of me. It was like i was riding a wave of cars heading out of town. Then i saw it… the Pentagon. I will never forget the smell…. the smell of burning jet fuel… the sight of all the fire equipment. I slowed down to look like everyone else. It was unbelievable. Then i saw it… an F-16 flys over at a break neck pace… searching the skies for more threats. I moved on… still not one car was going into the city. I turned the next corner and saw a sight i had never seen before. The whole northbound lane was filled with police cars and they were turning around traffic! ONTO THE SIDE STREETS! I couldn’t believe it… there was not one car except for the ones behind me on the road i was on. I finally returned to my home and sat in my car… crying again, i listened to the news announce that a 4th plane had crashed into a PA field. I was so broken up that i couldn’t even get out of the car. Finally i made it to my house and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and set it to the news. I couldn’t believe that the towers were falling. Not the towers! I cried again…and again… i felt so…so helpless…and angry. So very angry. I finally fell asleep on the couch…thinking of all those people who gave there lives for nothing. Not even to prove a point…but out of hatred. Hatred of something that these people do not have. Freedom. I will never forget those innocent people that died that day…and those who gave there lives trying to save them. And to all the men and woman in the military… MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND BRING YOU HOME SAFE!!

Death to ALL terrorists that oppose the USA!!!!!