I lived in Arlington, VA at the time. After the first hit, I quickly packed the 4x4 truck for bugout. Dirtbike, fuel, water, food, …
I reloaded the wind patterns online as fast as the overloaded internet could respond.
The winds looked favorable, the attack looked done.
No need to pull out all the stops.
I sat on the front porch and watched the green and white-topped choppers flying outbound at treetop level.