I remember it. I remember being terrified. I remember watching it for hours; I saw the second plane as it hit the second tower, and I watched as both towers fell.
I had a good friend who was one of the thousands killed. I remember being scared for him and not knowing until his father called two days later.
Scary shit. Very scary shit and monumentally sad. Once the shock had worn down a bit, it became ferociously vindictive and angry, a nation united by pure, unadulterated hatred of those who had caused so many deaths and destruction.
For those who lost friends, neighbors, family or children, you have my sympathies and condolances. Three years ago, fifty years ago, the pain is still there.
