Five-Sided Memorial

Most days I go to work, come home, and think no more of work until the next day. Clock in. Clock out. Today was a little different as my company participated in a meeting at the Pentagon (yes, THAT Pentagon). It was kind of cool as we navigated through the building's rings to our meeting room. Most of the day was spent in the meeting, then into the center courtyard for lunch at the cafe there. It was an interesting day, to be sure. After the meeting, one of the guys working there escorted us through the building and down to the west side.

The west side, where Flight 77 plowed into the facade September 11, 2001.

I saw the chapel there. I looked through the yellowed windows towards the sky in the direction the jet crashed from. I read the names of those killed--many of them held rank; many of them did not. The six of us wandered in silence, in contrast to the bustle and buzz of the rest of the building. Flowers, some of them dried by age, left by others. New Testaments, bound in camouflage, left by the Gideons.

Never forget.