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I grew up in DC and was a politics student in the city at the time. I had evening class that day, so I was asleep for the initial reports and didn't hear about it until the early afternoon when my father came home and told me that planes had hit the WTC and Pentagon in a suicide attack, a car bomb had gone off at the State Department, and it was pretty chaotic. The "car bomb at the state department" turned out to just be a rumor. I remember that my father and I had lunch together (which hardly ever happened; we were not particularly close). I asked if anyone we knew had been killed at the Pentagon, and I tried to call an ex-girlfriend who lived in NYC to make sure she was OK. My father and I agreed that it was probably the Palestinians behind the attacks, we worried that there would be security checkpoints and whatnot and make DC's horrible traffic even worse, maybe there'd be poo poo at the airport. My memory of what my emotional state was like is a bit like the UK people are describing -- like it were some kind of freak disaster and I hoped that nobody I knew was killed. I didn't even really comprehend that there were people who were thinking more along the lines of "somebody will motherfucking pay" until I got online later that day and saw more of the general reaction.
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