For me it's always going to be a day that represents about the 8 worst seconds of me being a human being.
Arriving at work at 9am, after first tower was hit, and no news media being present to me before then, my brain was trying to piece stuff together like everybody else was. Then the next tower. More confusion in my brain. When the plane struck the Pentagon I smirked.
I'm not proud of it. The guilt is worse every time I think about it. I smirked because I knew then that without a doubt somebody was picking a fight that they would not win and they would die. I feel guilty because my first thought was not of those lost in that attack.
