09/11/2026
I saw it in my rearview mirror.
Twenty-five years ago this morning, I dropped my boss off at the Pentagon. I was crossing the 14th Street Bridge when it happened.
I kept driving to the Navy Yard and watched the rest of the day unfold from there.
One of the longest days of my life. The most frightened and confused I have ever been. No social media then, just the news, running around the clock, for a week straight.
Some of you remember exactly where you were standing. Some of you were too young to remember, and enlisted anyway.
Today I'm thinking about the people who didn't come home. New York. The Pentagon. A field outside Shanksville.
No pitch today. Just remembering.
— Moises, Founder, BaseNest