Nancy, I also heard Alan Jackson's song this morning as I drove to lunch. It sent me right back to that week in Williamsburg VA on the most military peninsula anywhere around- all services represented there except Marines.
Jets scrambled, many posts closed to the public, Commanders were unreachable, an aura of solemnity prevailed for a long time. On the 11th, not one of the residents of that part of Virginia felt safe; we all wondered if maybe the next attack would be on the peninsula, near our own homes. I cried and prayed for days. Finally had to force myself to stop watching the news because I couldn't eat, sleep or function.
Horrible, horrific day.
Jan in VA