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"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers." - Thomas Pynchon, Jr.

American Airlines Flight 77

American Airlines Flight 77 FDR

Norman Mineta

Barbara Honegger


Video Footage

Judicial Watch filed a Freedom of Information Act request on December 15, 2004, seeking all records pertaining to camera recordings from the Sheraton National Hotel, the Nexcomm/Citgo gas station, Pentagon security cameras and the Virginia Department of Transportation.

On May 16, 2006 the following footage was released: (5756 frames) (6076 frames)

911 Case Study - Pentagon Flight 77: rar [source] rar [source]


July 30th 2009: What Hit the Pentagon? - A new paper at the Journal of 9/11 Studies: [thread]

Jan 29th 2010: Version 7 of What Hit the Pentagon? Misinformation and its Effect on the Credibility of 9/11 Truth: [thread]

Oct 18th 2010: Visibility 911: A dozen Questons about Flight 77 from Kevin Ryan:

Oct 27th 2010: Accused: Is Leading 9/11 Truth Site Working For The Other Side?:

Oct 30th 2010: Up a crooked creek: Censorship and civility in the truth movement:

Dec 28th 2010: "Debating" What Hit the Pentagon by Exaggeration, Namecalling, and Threats:

Jan 01 2011: Flight AA77 on 9/11: New FDR Analysis Supports the Official Flight Path Leading to Impact with the Pentagon: [thread] [thread]

Jan 7th 2011: The Pentagon: Overwhelming Evidence of Insider Complicity: [thread]

Sept 9th 2011: The Pentagon Attack on 9/11: A Refutation of the Pentagon Flyover Hypothesis Based on Analysis of the Flight Path: [thread]

June 2012: The 9/11 Attack on the Pentagon: the Search for Consensus:

Eyewitness Testimony

Pentagon Plane Puzzle + David Chandler: Going Beyond Speculation:

9/11 Pentagon Witnesses:

WASHINGTON, D.C. — The airliner crashed between two and three hundred feet from my office in the Pentagon, just around a corner from where I work. I'm the deputy General Counsel, Washington Headquarters Services, Office of the Secretary of Defense. A slightly different calibration and I have no doubt I wouldn't be sending this to you. My colleagues felt the impact, which reminded them of an earthquake. People shouted in the corridor outside that a bomb had gone off upstairs on the main concourse in the building. No alarms sounded. I walked to my office, shut down my computer, and headed out. Even before stepping outside I could smell the cordite. Then I knew explosives had been set off somewhere. -Steve Anderson

"I was right underneath the plane," said Kirk Milburn, a construction supervisor for Atlantis Co., who was on the Arlington National Cemetery exit of Interstate 395 when he said he saw the plane heading for the Pentagon. "I heard a plane. I saw it. I saw debris flying. I guess it was hitting light poles," said Milburn. "It was like a WHOOOSH whoosh, then there was fire and smoke, then I heard a second explosion."

Steve Patterson, who lives in Pentagon City, said it appeared to him that a commuter jet swooped over Arlington National Cemetery and headed for the Pentagon "at a frightening rate .‚.‚. just slicing into that building."

Steve Patterson, 43, said he was watching television reports of the World Trade Center being hit when he saw a silver commuter jet fly past the window of his 14th-floor apartment in Pentagon City. The plane was about 150 yards away, approaching from the west about 20 feet off the ground, Patterson said. He said the plane, which sounded like the high-pitched squeal of a fighter jet, flew over Arlington cemetary so low that he thought it was going to land on I-395. He said it was flying so fast that he couldn't read any writing on the side. The plane, which appeared to hold about eight to 12 people, headed straight for the Pentagon but was flying as if coming in for a landing on a nonexistent runway, Patterson said. "At first I thought 'Oh my God, there's a plane truly misrouted from National,'" Patterson said. "Then this thing just became part of the Pentagon .‚.‚. I was watching the World Trade Center go and then this. It was like Oh my God, what's next?" He said the plane, which approached the Pentagon below treetop level, seemed to be flying normally for a plane coming in for a landing other than going very fast for being so low. Then, he said, he saw the Pentagon "envelope" the plane and bright orange flames shoot out the back of the building. "It looked like a normal landing, as if someone knew exactly what they were doing," said Patterson, a graphics artist who works at home. "This looked intentional."

Air Force Lt. Col. Marc Abshire, 40, a speechwriter for Air Force Secretary James Roche, was working on several speeches this morning when he felt the blast of the explosion at the Pentagon. His office is on the D ring, near the eighth corrider, he said. "It shot me back in my chair. There was a huge blast. I could feel the air shock wave of it," Abshire said. "I didn't know exactly what it was. It didn't rumble. It was more of a direct smack. I said, 'This isn't right. Something's wrong here.'"

At about 9:20 a.m., Lt. Col. Art Haubold, a public affairs officer with air force, was in his office on the opposite side of the complex when the plane struck. "We were sitting there watching the reports on the World Trade Center. All of a sudden, the windows blew in," he said. "We could see a fireball out our window."

Asework Hagos, 26, of Arlington, was driving on Columbia Pike on his way to work as a consultant for Nextel. He saw a plane flying very low and close to nearby buildings. "I thought something was coming down on me. I know this plane is going to crash. I've never seen a plane like this so low." He said he looked at it and saw American Airline insignia and when it made impact with the Pentagon initially he saw smoke, then flames.

At the Pentagon, employees had heard about or seen footage of the World Trade Centre attack when they felt their own building shake. Ervin Brown, who works at the Pentagon, said he saw pieces of what appeared to be small aircraft on the ground, and the part of the building by the heliport had collapsed. "We heard what sounded like a missile, then we heard a loud boom," said Tom Seibert, 33, of Woodbridge, Va., a network engineer at the Pentagon. "We just hit the dirt. We dived instinctively. "We were sitting there and watching this thing in New York, and I said, 'you know, the next best target would be us. And five minutes later, boom.'"

A 38-year-old Marine major who asked to remain anonymous said he and dozens of his colleagues rushed to the area in the Pentagon that appeared most heavily damaged -- the B ring between the 4th and 5th corridors. "From two-star army generals to marine officers to navy medics everybody helped," he said. He said he was part of a make-shift rescue crew that tried to pulled out a civilian who was pinned by fallen pipes and other debris. As the hot, thick, black smoke built up, the men passed wet t-shirts to one another and removed debris piece-by-piece in assembly-line fashion. "It took 30 men, 30 minutes to get just that one guy to the door 15 feet away," he said, adding that the man was cut and bruised but not seriously injured. The major said that hundreds of people worked in the B-ring area and that it was "decimated .‚.‚. that heat and fire, it could eat you alive in three seconds."

John Damoose, a Travis City, Mich. native who was in a meeting said "everybody got nervous. .‚.‚. We didn't know whether to stay inside or go outside. The thing with terrorist attacks is that you don't know what is the next thing that will happen." Damoose said the worst part was leaving the Pentagon and walking along Fort Meyer Drive, a bike trail, "you could see pieces of the plane."

Rick Watson, 30, of Lake Ridge, Va., another network engineer, felt as if he were reliving the California earthquake that struck during the World Series several years ago. "My first instinct was to jump under the desk," he said.

Navy Capt. Charles Fowler, assigned to the Joint Chiefs, was working on a speech for Gen. Henry Shelton, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs, when he heard the explosion. "You could feel the building shake," said Fowler. You knew it was a major explosion. I grabbed all my gear and grabbed the laptop and headed out." "The interesting part was we didn't hear the alarm go off, but word got around very fast. It was an orderly evacuation" Fowler's office, on the river side, appeared to be on the opposite side from the explosion, he said. "Tons of smoke was coming up from the wedge-lots of black and gray smoke."

Jennifer Moody, 29, Bloomfield, Ind., arrived at George Washington University Hospital unsure where else to look for her husband. Her husband was taking a tour of the Pentagon as part of a class he was taking as a civilian for the Navy. She was at Arlington National Cemetery. "I heard a boom, saw smoke and wondered if it was at the Pentagon. I've been working my way back ever since."

Then there was this boom! And the whole building rocked. The ceiling caved in. The electricity went out. I told my wife, ‘There’s been a bombing, I’ve got to go.’ And I started screaming for everyone to get out. “When you’re in the military, your first thought is to immediately get out in case there’s a second explosion. I ran out in the corridor and people were running out of their offices. Everyone was in shock, yelling, ‘What was that?’ The Desert Storm veteran barked orders, screaming at people to get out of the building. There were a couple of generals standing there, looking at each other, and I ordered them out too,” he said. Anderson then ran down the hall to an emergency exit and out into the parking lot. As the crowd surged away from the building. Anderson looked to his left and “everything I could see, as far as I could see, were chunks of steel, some huge, some small, and I immediately knew it was an airplane.” As Anderson ran toward the debris, he looked over his shoulder and noticed two strangers, an Army sergeant and civilian, had joined him. Without exchanging words, they became a team. “We ran to the end of our building, turned left and saw nothing but huge, billowing black smoke, and a brilliant, brilliant explosion of fire.” The Boeing 757—American Airlines Flight 77—had just left Dulles Airport in Northern Virginia a few minutes before with a fuel tank full enough for a transcontinental flight. It crashed into the southwestern corner of the monolithic five-sided landmark at speeds estimated at 450mph, cutting a 100-foot-wide wedge through the five floors of the outermost E-Ring, and penetrating into the D and C rings as well. Destruction, death, mayhem on one end of the building; an earthquakelike jolt on the other. One of the Pentagon’s two fire trucks was parked only 50 feet from the crash site, and it was “totally engulfed in flames,” Anderson says. Nearby, tanks full of propane and aviation fuel had begun igniting, and they soon began exploding, one by one. As Anderson ran closer, he saw the three firemen on duty at the Pentagon firehouse pull the second truck out of the garage. “Just three guys trying to put out this huge fire—but they very heroically pulled their truck closer to the fire than they probably should have.”

She got to her desk in office 477 on the second floor of the Pentagon’s E-Ring at about 7:30 a.m., went through her voice-mail messages and e-mails, and spent an hour prepping for the meeting with a colleague. As Wills set off for the 9 o’clock meeting, she remembered that the second-floor conference room had a tendency to be chilly. She grabbed her black sweater from her cubicle, just in case. That sweater, she thinks, might have saved her life. As meetings go, the biweekly session was pretty informal. Still this was the Army, and there was a certain lock-step order to the process. The personnel officers gathered around the conference table, about 12 in all, majors, lieutenant colonels, colonels and a few civilians. The colonel leading the meeting spoke first, then directed presentations one by one to his left. Wills was the sixth to speak. As she was nearing the end of her presentation about the budget bills and the upcoming Association of the U.S. Army Conference, the room shook, and there was a thunderous boom. A flame passed over her left shoulder and she was thrown to the other side of the room. “The fireball shot right through the room,” Wills recalls. “Then it just got jet black.” The flames turned immediately to smoke. Wills could hear people screaming but she couldn’t see a thing.

Wallace wanted the firetruck out of the station before Secret Service vehicles arrived and blocked its way. He parked it perpendicular to the west wall of the Pentagon. Wallace and Skipper were walking along the right side of the truck (Young was in the station) when the two looked up and saw an airplane. It was about 25 feet off the ground and just 200 yards away—the length of two football fields. They had heard about the WTC disaster and had little doubt what was coming next. “Let’s go,” Wallace yelled. Both men ran. Wallace ran back toward the west side of the station, toward a nine-passenger Ford van. “My plans were to run until I caught on fire,” he says. He didn’t know how long he’d have or whether he could outrun the oncoming plane. Skipper ran north into an open field. Wallace hadn’t gotten far when the plane hit. “I hadn’t even reached the back of the van when I felt the fireball. I felt the blast,” he says. He hit the blacktop near the left rear tire of the van and quickly shimmied underneath. “I remember feeling pressure, a lot of heat,” he says. He crawled toward the front of the van, then emerged to see Skipper out in the field, still standing. “Everything is on fire. The grass is on fire. The building is on fire. The firehouse is on fire,” Wallace recalls. “There was fire everywhere. Areas of the blacktop were on fire.” Wallace ran over to Skipper, who said he was OK, too. They compared injuries—burned arms, minor cuts, scraped skin. He ran back into the station to try to suit up. But he found debris everywhere. The ceiling had crumbled, there were broken lights and drywall everywhere. His boots were on fire. His fire pants filled with debris. The fire alarm was blaring.

just before 9:30 a.m., the young engineer grabbed a subcontractor to help him repair a damaged ceiling grid on the third floor of the Pentagon’s E-Ring. The two were in the middle of the job when a strange sound ripped through the room. It lasted just a split second, says Fraunfelter, “A strange sucking, whirring sound, like a loud vacuum cleaner.” Then the sound stopped, the building shook violently, and the lights went out. He ran into the corridor and saw smoke coming from about 100 feet away. The smoke was so thick he couldn’t see anything, but he could hear people screaming. He grabbed his flashlight and headed down the hall. As Fraunfelter ran, he noticed a blown-out window. He ran to the window and looked down to see if he could see what happened. Below the window there was an old electric generator engulfed in smoke and flames. “The generator blew!” he said to the subcontractor. As he ran down the corridor, the smoke was getting thicker. He knew the section he had been working in was safe, so he started waving people in that direction with his flashlight. “Come toward the light. This way! Toward the light!” About 50 screaming people rushed past, but as Fraunfelter got closer in, the voices ceased. Afraid that some people may be trapped inside, he took off his shirt to cover his mouth, dropped to the searing hot floor and started to crawl. Somewhere inside the blackness he noticed the floor was deeply cracked. He knew all about this flooring—it was a strong epoxy with concrete underneath. As he felt around the floor, all the construction worker could think was, “This isn’t supposed to be cracked like this. What happened here?” Fraunfelter didn’t know that American Flight 77 was directly below him. He didn’t know that the cracked flooring that he was crawling on would give way some 30 minutes later and collapse into the wreckage.

As the team pulled up around 1 p.m., the scene didn’t look that bad, Burkhammer thought. Sure, the building had collapsed in part, but it looked like a textbook case—exactly the kind of the thing the search and rescue team was expert at. But on the inside, things were much worse. “The building was so unstable,” says Burkhammer. Television only showed a fraction of the damage. The team sent in two reconnaissance teams, who rushed through ground floor doors. Their job was to search wherever they could and radio out to let rescue squads know where to find victims they could save. One team headed to the right of the collapse. The other went to the left. The Pentagon was still burning. The area was engulfed with smoke and heat. Burkhammer and his colleagues were suited up in full “flash gear” to handle the fire, complete with breathing equipment and search tools. They peered out from behind steamy plastic face shields and used helmet lights to see. The Pentagon’s thick walls rendered the firefighters’ radios useless. But it turned out not to matter: Burkhammer and the other recon men didn’t find any survivors to radio about. “You’d see bodies. You’d roll ‘em over and they’d be dead,” Burkhammer says. He spotted people entangled in the wreckage, but they had all succumbed to the initial blast or the ensuing fire. The air was hot and smoky. Sprinklers poured water down onto the floor. The halls were dark and the men searched with flashlights. “It was a war zone,” Burkhammer says. “Some parts of the building, there was nothing left intact.” Ceilings had fallen and ventilation systems dangled down. The left side of the building was more unstable than the right, where they could access all five floors. Burkhammer spotted lime-green pieces from the interior of the plane. “You could tell where the plane had gone because of the destruction of the steel and concrete beams,” he says. He could see evidence of the Pentagon’s renovations: exposed I-beams read MAY 2000. After a frustrating hour, the recon teams stumbled back out of the building. Lugging the heavy gear through the heat and smoke had taken a toll. One man was sent to the hospital for dehydration. “We were spent,” says Burkhammer. And they were dejected. “We did not find any live people,” he says. Even the search dogs seemed to feel the loss. “You can see it on the dog’s face. The dogs are almost as depressed as the guys are,” Burkhammer says. Still, the rescue teams wanted to go back into the building, hoping that somehow someone might have survived in a void. But they had to wait for the fire to cool before they could head back in. Shoring up the unstable building became the next task. The team built “box cribs”—replacement columns for those damaged by the crash—out of pieces of 6-by-6 lumber. Eventually, they put more than 42 in place. Conditions were tough. Though the fire was controlled, there was water everywhere from the fire streams and the sprinklers. “Your feet were soaked,” says Burkhammer. Everyone got blisters. The men worked 12-hour shifts, handling the night shift with a team from Virginia Beach, Va. During the day, teams from Tennessee and Montgomery County, Md., took over. In between, Burkhammer’s crew was shuttled to a military barracks in Anacostia, where they slept on cots. Burkhammer, a trained paramedic, never found anyone to treat. Instead, he helped carry out debris and assisted the mortuary teams. “I’m there to recover live people, and if I can’t do that I want to recover the deceased just so there’s closure for the family,” he said. One night, when he got off the bus from the barracks, Burkhammer was approached by a woman who held up a photo of her husband and asked if he could help find him. “Those things broke my heart,” he says. “What do you say to that?” Still, Burkhammer did not want to give up. “They have hope till we leave,” he says. He knew that even if they found someone who’d been in a void in the collapsed building, the person would have probably succumbed to the toxic smoke or flames. Still, he says, “Everytime we lifted up a slab of concrete, we were looking for that find. But it didn’t happen.” Everything was black and soot-covered. The first and second floors suffered major structural damage as well as fire damage. In some places, Burkhammer found office furniture that had been moved across the room by the force of the crash. There were metal file cabinets wrapped into “U” shapes around the building’s support columns. On Wednesday afternoon, President Bush planned to tour the site. Rescue workers had planted a small American flag atop the building Tuesday night. But Wednesday they unfurled a giant one that hung two thirds of the way down the walls near the damaged area. It was a little sign that inspired workers like Burkhammer. “When they dropped that flag, I thought ‘everything is going to be all right’.” Early Friday morning, shortly before 4 a.m., Burkhammer and another firefighter, Brian Moravitz, were combing through debris near the impact site. Peering at the wreckage with their helmet lights, the two spotted an intact seat from the plane’s cockpit with a chunk of the floor still attached. Then they saw two odd-shaped dark boxes, about 1.5 by 2 feet long. They’d been told the plane’s “black boxes” would in fact be bright orange, but these were charred black. The boxes had handles on one end and one was torn open. They cordoned off the area and called for an FBI agent, who in turn called for someone from the National Transportation Safety Board who confirmed the find: the black boxes from American Airlines Flight 77. “We wanted to find live victims,” says Burkhammer. But this was a consolation prize. “Finding the black box gave us a little boost,” he says.

"We saw a huge black cloud of smoke," she said, saying it smelled like cordite, or gun smoke. -Gilah Goldsmith

Don Fortunato, a plainclothes detective with the Arlington (Va.) Police Department, was walking into his office, when he heard a muffled explosion—construction, he thought. Then his radio started squawking news of a plane crash at the Pentagon. “I grabbed my radio, ran to my car and pulled on my bulletproof vest and headed toward the thick, black smoke billowing out of the sky,” he said. “Traffic was at a standstill, so I parked on the shoulder, not far from the scene and ran to the site. Next to me was a cab from D.C., its windshield smashed out by pieces of lamp posts. There were pieces of the plane all over the highway, pieces of wing, I think.”

Since the morning of the attack Fortunato has been back on site numerous times—usually as a evidence technician shifting through the tons of debris. Under the watchful eye of structural engineers, hundreds of police, fire, military and other rescue workers continue, in 12-hour shifts, to collect what they can from the blackened cavern. With body bags in tow, the workers search through the rubble by hand. “You’re looking for body parts, clothing, teeth,” Fortunato said. ” There’s so much debris, twisted metal, everything’s charred and pitch black. You have to go on foot with a flashlight, and you scan what you can scan. There’s lots of areas we can’t go into because they’re unstable. There are piles of concrete, desks, filing cabinets, duct work and ventilation pipes, all the things that can’t be incinerated. “If you find some victim remains, you get down on your hands and knees and comb the earth, and place whatever you find in the body bag, including personal belongings and clothing,” he said. “If you see something else a little farther away, you assume it’s another victim, and you put it in a new body bag.” It’s not always easy to tell where one body begins and another ends, he concedes, or what’s human and what’s not. It’s a very painstaking process. You just look for whatever evidence you can, human or forensic evidence.” A few bodies were found intact—”caught in an instant,” as one rescue worker put it. One woman was found at her desk, arms up protecting her face, charred to her chair, eerily reminiscent of the aftermath of Pompey. Two men were found in similar shape. But most victims were in pieces.

At one point, he went into the charred opening, to check on the safety of workers there “There was jet fuel all over the place. It was very smoky, and it was difficult to breathe, even with a respirator,” he said. ” I saw horrifying things. It looked like the inner circle of Dante.... I stood there wondering, how did Dante know what this would look like.”

Beans, Michael Anger and guilt still sear Lieutenant Colonel Michael Beans who shakes his head ruefully and asks himself why he survived: "Why you, not them? Who made that decision?" (...) Inside the Pentagon, the blast lifted Beans off the floor as he crossed a huge open office toward his desk. "You heard this huge concussion, then the room filled with this real bright light, just like everything was encompassed within this bright light," said Beans. "As soon as I hit the floor, all the lights went out, there was a small fire starting to burn." His friends were not so lucky. Not far away on the same floor, Beans' once familiar world had turned into a terrifying maze as well. Opening a door to the outer E-ring corridor, Beans saw waves of fire rolling towards him like surf on a beach. Turning back, he groped slowly back across the room on hands and knees. The sprinkler came on and that kept the smoke and heat down. But it was nervewracking and Beans was alone, listening as the building burned. "It was so quiet," he recalled. "There was no screaming, nobody saying anything, just nothing." He thought he might not make it out alive. He thought about his wife, his daughter and son, his 22 years in the army. "I remember taking a couple of breaths there, and I made up my mind: I just can't go out this way," he said. Suddenly out of the smoke a man ran by. "I tried to grab him, and I tried to yell at him," Beans said. But "he just disappeared into the smoke." Alone again, Beans crawled with his face to the floor. Then the carpet turned to wet tile, and he looked up and saw he was in a corridor. He ran and as the smoke cleared, he saw a guard. Beans discovered later that his head and forearms were burned. He now wears special flesh-colored compression sleeves on his arms. "These burns are going to heal, eventually," he said. But the memories "will be with me for the rest of my life."

"About two minutes later one of my guys pointed to an American Airlines airplane 20 feet high over Washington Blvd.," Harrington said. "It seemed like it made impact just before the wedge. It was like a Hollywood movie or something. Thank God all of our crew got out."

C.C. Crangle was in the building when the plane crashed. "I was one wedge away," Crangle said. "I just heard a big explosion and saw big black smoke and that's when the (stuff) started to happen. My boss was in one of those offices."

John Loretti had been working on the renovation project and had worried about just such a disaster occurring. "I've been working here a year and watching those planes fly over, and I thought someone could dive-bomb the building," Loretti said. "We put in a blast wall, blast glass and Kevlar netting. We'll see what happens. I was in the renovation trailer. It shook the whole place. It just about knocked us out of seats. It's a nightmare." John Bowman, a retired Marine lieutenant colonel and a contractor, was in his office in Corridor Two near the main entrance to the south parking lot. "Everything was calm,' Bowman said. "Most people knew it was a bomb. Everyone evacuated smartly. We have a good sprinkling of military people who have been shot at."

Stars and Stripes reporter Lisa Burgess was walking on the Pentagon's innermost corridor, across the courtyard, when the incident happened. "I heard two loud booms — one large, one smaller, and the shock wave threw me against the wall," she said.

FBI agents also arrived soon after the blast and began combing the area for pieces of the plane’s wreckage. They commandeered photographers and equipment from Martinez’s unit, having photos taken of the entire area.

Two explosions were heard. According to one witness, "what looked like a 747" plowed into the south side of the Pentagon, possibly skipping through a heliport before it hit the building. Personnel working in the Navy Annex, over which the airliner flew, said they heard the distinct whine of jet engines as the airliner approached. Levi Stephens, 23, a courier for the Armed Forces Information Service, spoke of the crash: "I was driving away from the Pentagon in the South Pentagon lot when I hear this huge rumble, the ground started shaking … I saw this [plane] come flying over the Navy Annex. It flew over the van and I looked back and I saw this huge explosion, black smoke everywhere."

In light traffic the drive up Interstate 395 from Springfield to downtown Washington takes no more than 20 minutes. But that morning, like many others, the traffic slowed to a crawl just in front of the Pentagon. With the Pentagon to the left of my van at about 10 oclock on the dial of a clock, I glanced at my watch to see if I was going to be late for my appointment. At that moment I heard a very loud, quick whooshing sound that began behind me and stopped suddenly in front of me and to my left. In fractions of a second I heard the impact and an explosion. The next thing I saw was the fireball. I was convinced it was a missile. It came in so fast it sounded nothing like an airplane. Friends and colleagues have asked me if I felt a shock wave and I honestly do not know. I felt something, but I dont know if it was a shock wave or the fact that I jumped so hard I strained against the seat belt and shoulder harness and was thrown back into my seat.

I remember vividly that as I turned off my cell phone I was watching the almost serene image of thick pieces of flaming fiberglass insulation floating down onto the highway.

Retired Col. Powell Hutton was working less than a mile away from the Pentagon on Tuesday morning when he heard the loud roar of an engine. "It went right overhead and I thought to myself, 'Uh oh,' " Hutton said. "Then about three seconds later, I heard a 'whomp.' " The Pentagon was the second U.S. target, after the World Trade Center in New York, to be hit by hijacked airplanes. "We felt the damn thing hit hard," said Army Chief Felipe Garcia, who was on the fourth floor on the north side of the Pentagon.

Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld was at his desk when the American Airlines jet slammed into the building. He ran outside the building and helped load the injured onto stretchers before heading to the National Command Center deep inside the Pentagon, according to Pentagon spokesman Rear Adm. Craig Quigley.

Instantly I knew what was happening, and I involuntarily ducked as the plane passed perhaps 50 to 75 feet above the roof of my car at great speed," Owens said. "The plane slammed into the west wall of the Pentagon. The impact was deafening. The fuselage hit the ground and blew up." The walls of the Pentagon had broken open, exposing interior offices. "It just was amazingly precise," Daryl Donley, another commuter, said of the plane's impact. "It completely disappeared into the Pentagon." Smoke and flames engulfed the west wall. Cars traveling nearby were lifted up off the roadway and showered with rocks and other debris. Among the trash littering the road was a scorched green oxygen tank marked "Cabin air. Airline use." When the debris shower stopped, people began getting out of their cars, some of them screaming. A woman in a black suit and heels ran up the road shouting: "There'll be a second plane. Get out of here, get out of here." A Pentagon guard yelled at the commuters to get back in their cars. As the traffic crept along, there was a second explosion, caused by propane tanks on a construction site at the Pentagon.


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