The sky was clear blue and the sun was shining so brightly on this very day in 2001. The air was crisp with a hint of autumn. It was a perfect day. I was day dreaming as I rode the shuttle by the Pentagon.
It wasn't a dream that the World Trade Center complex had been hit. It was no dream that the Pentagon had been hit. It was no dream that a plane went down in a field in Shanksville, PA.
Let us not forget.