i was in germany at the time working on dinner in the dfac. most specifally i was cutting onions when a KP came in and said the 3rd plane hit the pentagon, i went out to the TV in the dining room to see what was going on. after watching for about ten minutes i called my wife to say hurry and get to the dfac. it was in the center of base and the commissary where she was at was at the edge of base. she was there shopping for her birthday cake that i was suposed to bake that night. 9/11/01 was her 25th birthday. still my most vivid memory besides the moment i found out was the next morning when i had to go back to work. i lived off base and we were told not to wear uniforms on our way in, so there i am 0330 in the morning walking upto the base in civilian clothes so as not to "look American" carrying BDU's in a duffel rather than my usual white cooks uniform and at the gate was a massive memorial from the Germans. flowers, candles, and signs for about 2 blocks before you could get to the gate and guards. whole lot has happened in the years since but i remember i remember how our german friends showed their support for us even during days that we were gearing for the response and told to not be visible in the community outside base for our safety. on a final note i never did bake that birthday cake, but my wife didn't care much bout it that year.