Bravo Mark! I lived in Washington DC in 2001 and I vividly remember driving past the Pentagon after having been released early from my job at NASA trying to get home. I remember that the traffic was lurching down the beltway at breakneck speeds. People were spooked. My partner was attending a conference in Arlington VA just a half mile from the Pentagon when the plane struck the building. Cell phone service was out and we could not connect, so she walked about 10 miles from Arlington to our home in northwest DC. Several civilian employees with whom I had worked were killed at the Pentagon that day. Several weeks later I learned that the hijackers of the plane that hit the Pentagon were frequent customers at an Italian restaurant near my workplace. We had noticed them several times at lunch. They were a bit noisy and rather arrogant, and apparently lived around the corner from the restaurant. Five weeks later we went up to New York to hear a concert performance of Tristan Und Isolde at Carnegie Hall with Barenboim and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. We had purchased the tickets the previous summer. In NYC we took the Circle Line boat tour which took us around the island. The wreckage of the WTC was still on fire and smoking up the city. We took a long walk down one of the avenues where we saw dozens of fire stations decked with memorials and fotos of dead firemen and first responders. We got within a few blocks of the wreckage but the acrid air forced us to flee north to our hotel. The details in your story brought all of this back to us along with echoes of the emotional upset that went with it. I think you captured the effect of the event on your characters beautifully. Their reactions are not the least far-fetched. Rereading this called up all the emotions of that time. Brilliant. Thanks for your perseverance. C