At home. Turned on computer and ran upstairs to turn on the tv. When the Pentagon was hit, I was worried about my brother. He's Army, but he was working with the Navy on a joint communication project and I knew he was in DC for the week, working at the Pentagon. It was a long day until we heard he was okay. He had been there in the Navy section when the plane hit. My heart just broke for all those people on the planes and in the buildings.
When my brother came out once planes were flying again, I told him we needed to immediately close the borders and deport all Muslims and let them re-apply after serious vetting. Wish we had done that.
I wish we had too. Now it’s probably too late.
I’m sure you didn’t breathe right till you heard from your brother!