Me, just like everyone else in America, sitting in front of the TV looking on in horror and anger. Then came the frantic phone calls from me and my wife trying to locate my brother who worked in the financial district in lower NYC and my son-in-law who was stationed at the Pentagon. Then came the calls from my two oldest sons (Army chopper pilots) who said they were going away and couldn't say where they were going or when they would be back. I still have flashbacks about those few days in September. Maybe it's my way of NEVER FORGETING that day.