Not many people know this but here is my story: I was in 4th Grade, on a military base and my dad worked in DC at the Pentagon. We had no idea what had happened due to the fact that they didn't want to cause panic to the kids in the school but I was called up to the office and I looked at my best friend and we just gave each other a puzzled expression. As I approach the office, the principal is sitting in his office with my mom who is bawling her eyes out. I become confused and get extremely worried, I am then told that the towers in NYC had been hit and news had just surfaced that the Pentagon had just been hit. The same Pentagon where my dad works. In the same area his office was located in. At that young of an age I had no idea how to react so I was more or less just confused and didn't know what to say/do. All the kids were sent home for the day shortly there after but I was already home seeing as my mom took me right then and there. We get home and for the next 12 hours have not heard a single word from my dad about if he was OK or not. Finally at 10pm at night, he comes home and in one of the worst conditions I have ever seen him in. Later on, he tells me that he is blessed to be alive because the plane hit in the same area his office was and the only reason he was alive was because he had a scheduled meeting in a different area of the building. To me, that is saying something cause I always saw my dad as a strong individual just based on his stories from his time in the first Gulf War as a USMC Helicopter Pilot and all the things he had seen. Up until September 16th of 2013 (Navy Yard shooting in which my dad was in the same building as the shooter), I never saw that same expression on my dads face ever again. Each and every day I am thankful for anyone and everyone who helped anyone in both NY and DC because I for one still have my dad because someone did something to help him.