Memories really hit me this morning when I merged on to the Washington Beltway, which is where I was two years ago today when I saw a sickening plume of smoke rising from (I guessed) Arlington. Since I was a reporter then and not a media analyst, I drove straight to the Pentagon and arrived in the parking lot 15 minutes after the plane hit. The biggest memory is the skyline of Crystal City to the south framed in black. The dominant emotion: raw anger that someone who would attack this symbol of the defense of liberty.