Oh for frak's sake. You completely missed the boat there. Some people work out their feelings through things they create.
Indeed they do, I for one did it when dealing with the very personal grief of when my Stepfather died last year from terminal bowl/liver/lung/brain/everything cancer. The difference being though is that very few people know that I dealt with it in this way and I have never mentioned it once here. Whereas it seems that the majority of your posts are "hawking" your prose which to me and I'm sure many others is more disrespectful for the men and women who lost their lives on the 11th September 2001 and the subsequent decade than discussing the political repercussions of that day which still effect many thousands, not just in America, but Europe, the Arab and and wider world.
Anyway, as the events on the East coast occurred at around 2pm GMT, I didn't actually see what happened that day which is ironic given that I had just began my Media Production course at college and that afternoon we were meant to be researching items for a first assignment which was the "media consumption of a major news event." Basically that day, there was a gap of four maybe five hours where I had no knowledge of what was going on. I know where I was where it happened and I remember seeing a photo on CNN's website and having a group discussion of what could have happened (small plane hit a really big building) or why - I think terrorists were mentioned, but I for one thought it would be counter-productive to an organisation like PLO)
Just after that, the net went down, we all went off to do other things and basically lived in a media blackout for the rest of the afternoon.
Roll on getting home, my brother, then 13 answered the door and told me "they've fallen down" and I had no clue what he was on about, then after walking into the living room I saw BBC ONE had gone to broadcasting rolling news and there, bald as brass was the collapse of that very same building which seemed to have such a small hole in it earlier that afternoon.
The rest of the evening, I followed what was going on, saw the sabre rattling and thought that if war was going to happen because of this, being the time scale of these things, it would begin on my (18th) birthday, which it did and just ultimately realised, I have to follow this for my assignment.
The really black humorous thing about that day, when AQ bombed London on the 7th July 2005 and the death of Diana in August 1997 is, given my interest from an early age of current affairs and the fact I (still) have aspirations of being a journalist is, I completely missed what was going on and only found out hours after they occurred.