On the corner of 11th and Bluemont, slept in because I only had a late class that day. Got a phone call from my sister who was working down at the Manhattan Mercury, called and said that "the pentagon just got bombed, we're at war".
I got up and turned on the TV. My roomates came walking in and we watched all day long in silence.
Bluemont filled up with cars as everyone was stopping by that gas station by Rickles to top up their SUVs and trucks. Gas hit like $5/gal that day, alot of gas station owners got in big trouble.
It didn't take long before every student in Manhattan had a US flag hanging from their balcony.
