Watching the televised images of people being carried out of the Pentagon, and not knowing if one of them was my son, was devastating. I thought to myself, “Is this what war was like?” My daughter-in-law felt certain that he had been able to get out and was safe as she had talked to him earlier in the day. However, as his mother, I needed to hear his voice. Thankfully, an e-mail later that day confirmed that he had made it out. When he was promoted to Lt. Colonel, we were able to attend the ceremony at the Pentagon. We saw the area that had been hit. Part of it is now a beautiful chapel. It is hard to describe the feeling I had looking at that area and thinking back to that day, 9-11, knowing now, the war that it had begun.