Tallyman

Jim Geraghty, a conservative activist and regular contributor to National Review Online and National Review remembers his story of 9/11. Worth reading.

Everybody Has Their Story From Eight Years Ago; Here’s Mine

I don’t think I ever planned on this, but after reading AllahPundit and Brian Faughnan’s memories of eight years ago today, I felt compelled to write out how I remember the day unfolding. Everybody has a story, and I can’t say that mine is particularly dramatic; mostly a tale of confusion and misinformation while wandering around what could have been an easy target, being a reporter in the middle of the biggest news event of the decade and incapable of filing anything.

On September 11, 2001, I was working at a small wire service based in the National Press Building. My commute from within D.C. was uneventful; I probably was underground on the Metro when the planes hit in New York City, and probably emerging from Metro Center when the Pentagon was hit, utterly oblivious.

I entered the office to find our office phone system had crashed and the few functioning lines were ringing off the hook. I managed to check my voice mail; my soon-to-be-wife had left a very terse, very this-is-not-the-usual-tone message that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I remembered that when I was a child, I had seen a picture of a small, Cessna-type plane, flying near or between the towers; I figured some idiot tried to pull a similar stunt and hit the building. (Despite remembering it, I never have been able to find that image.)

Full article here.