I was laying in bed starting to wake up. I was a corporal in the marine Corp stationed on camp Pendleton. I had an apt in Fallbrook just outside the naval weapons station gate. Some how I ended up with my head at the foot of my bed and I was on my back. I move my head a lil to glance at the tv and saw the first tower burning. I was like wft am I watching? I thought it was towering inferno from the 70's. I dozed off again and when I woke up I woke up to the 2nd planes impact. Now im even more like wtf this is not towering inferno! As I'm waking up im realizing im watch the news and I quickly showered and got into my uniform to try and haul ass to the base. I couldnt even get out of my apt complex cause the base was locked down and traffic was dead stopped and had been for a couple of hours. I called my office and they were instructing everyone to just stay home if you lived off base. I stayed home and watched the news all day feeling helpless. For the following month it would take me 3 hrs to get to work (12 miles) 3 months after 9/11 I was in country.