To: KLP who wrote (1245 ) 9/12/2001 5:19:03 AM From: Ilaine Respond to of 6901 That poem brought tears to my eyes. I don't know when my poor husband finally got home from donating blood. He went to the hospital at 4 and stood in line for a while, and they took his name and told him to come back at 7:30. I think I finally went to bed around 11 and he wasn't back yet. My mother, who is 66, will donate blood tomorrow - she's Type "O" Positive, which they always need. You can donate blood from age 17 to age 76. My husband and I are Type "B" Positive and have always been very welcome at blood donations because it's one of the less common ones. I really regret not being able to donate blood, myself. But the drug I take is apparently kind of like thalidomide, it doesn't hurt me, but it causes terrible birth defects. If I stopped taking it today, I couldn't donate for three months. I've given gallons in the past - no idea how many, I used to give a pint whenever I could. Every two months, isn't it? I can't sleep, either. Right when the second tower of the World Trade Center fell, I was on the phone with my husband. I was just waking up - slept late, had a headache - when someone on SI told me that what happened. I rushed downstairs to turn on the TV - saw that there was only one tower standing - I was still groggy and didn't grasp the significance - went to the bathroom and the phone rang - he'd already called me twice and left messages. I went back into the living room and both towers were gone! My husband works less than a mile from the Pentagon - the Pentagon in a big open field, and across the street a little to the east is Crystal City, a collection of office towers, where he works. Then east of Crystal City is National Airport. Right across the street from the Pentagon is the Potomac river, and you can see the Jefferson Memorial and the Capitol and the Washington Monument - it's a beautiful view. If they wanted to harm something of irreparable value, they didn't pick the right targets. Last Fourth of July it was so rainy that we didn't go to the Mall for the fireworks. We drove to Crystal City like we always do, and took the Metro to the Memorial Bridge so we could walk across to the Mall, but it was raining unbelieveably hard, a monsoon. So we took the Metro back and tried to watch from Crystal City, but couldn't find a good place. So we were driving home and got on I-395, and saw people stopped on the side of the highway, and it had stopped raining, so we stopped, too. We were right next to the Pentagon. I-395 runs between the Pentagon and Crystal City. People from all over the world were parked on the side of the world, watching fireworks together. I saw people who were born in Latin America, Asia, Africa, the Middle East, and Europe - women wearing scarves and veils, men speaking a Slavic language, entire Hispanic familes including grandmothers, grandfathers and tons of kids, and every other color, size, shape and sound of America, and we were all cheering the beautiful fireworks that have the Washington Monument as their focal point! No, if they wanted to hurt us, they didn't pick the right place. But I have to tell you, the Pentagon bathed in the light of the fireworks was beautiful, too.