"My most vivid memory of that day is attending an Army G-1 executive officers’ meeting at 0900 and having a great time laughing and joking with Martha Carden and [Army Lt. Col.] Robert Grunewald when suddenly a huge fireball swooshed in and out, completely taking out all the lights and filling the room with the smell of jet fuel and smoke. (We were completely unaware of planes crashing into the Twin Towers in New York). When the lights went out, [Army] Lt. Col. Dennis Johnson and I were looking directly at each other as Robert Grunewald yells, "Where is Martha?" (This is critical as I desperately looked for Dennis Johnson as soon as I could only to learn that he did not make it out). Someone else yells, "Quick, get under the table!" Another yells, "You can’t get out of this door!" — meaning that you can’t get out of the door that leads to the E ring. You could hear folks scrambling under the conference room table. Barely able to see anything, I crawled to the other door in the conference room that led to almost a 200 cubicle-space office area; through the fog, I could see John Yates peering into the conference room as if he was looking for someone. Little did I know at the time, John had been hit by the fireball or the fire from the plane. As John turned to leave, I followed the heels of his shoes as he traveled the length of the main walkway that divided the cubicles. As I low-crawled and dragged my body following the shoe heels, I was aligned with the ceiling fire sprinklers, which provided air and a glimpse of light as I was able to see my finger tips about every 8 feet or so. As John Yates made a right turn, I followed but somehow lost sight of his heels, so I started yelling, "Where are you? Where are you?" I suddenly stopped as I thought that I had entered a cubicle space, sat up, and looked behind me immediately seeing other folks behind me. I turned back around to see if I could keep going and heard someone say, "Come through the light." So, I kept going until I ran out of energy as the smoke was so thick and there were no more fire sprinklers, and it was difficult for me to breathe. As I stopped to catch my breath, I felt a sense of peace as my husband and family flashed in my mind. Just as I was about to give up, a sparkle from Tracy Webb’s eye caught my attention as she seemed to be standing there holding her head. I reached up and grabbed her dress and pulled her down to the floor. Seeing Tracy re-energized me as I started yelling again, "Where are you?" At that time, I could hear someone yell back, "We are here! Come on out! So, I grabbed Tracy, and we started crawling to the sound of the voices. As we made it to the escalators, Army Col. Karl Knoblauch, Army Sgt. Maj. Tony Rose [and] Army Lt. Col. Victor Correa were there pulling back the firewalls so that we could pass through. We ended up in the center court where I saw John Yates laying on the ground covered in severe burns. Almost as soon as we entered center court, an alarm went off to get us out of the Pentagon area for fear of another attack. I was one of the lucky ones; my injuries included: scraped and burned knees; suffered smoke inhalation – thick black soot [that] took weeks to clear out of my lungs and body; torn rotator cuff; scarring on feet, knees and legs; and traumatic stress. I am a true believer that on this day, angels guided me to safety."