By Brian Taylor: On Sept. 11, 2001, I was a student at the American University in northwest Washington, D.C. I was interning at the Recording Industry Association of America and was scheduled to come in that day.
I remember being called from the office and being told not to come in. When I asked why, my supervisor told me to turn on the news. It was on our local NBC station that I saw that two hijacked planes had struck the Twin Towers in New York. One plane could have been a bad accident, but when the second one hit, it was called "a clear terrorist attack."
Being from the D.C. area, sometimes it's easy to forget that we are the nation's capital, but to me it's just home. It hurt seeing New York under siege by a faceless enemy.
About a half-hour later, I heard rumbling outside my home. Already shaken, I looked outside to see fighter jets in the sky over my neighborhood. (It was also at this time when the Pentagon was attacked.) Never in my life had I been so afraid.
I went to work in downtown D.C. a week later, still scared. There were anti-aircraft guns parked on every corner. Military personnel all over.I'll never forget that day.