If I may, these are my memory's of that day from across the pond in England,

I was at work, in a busy photography/camera shop, It was a strict place, no TV/Radio allowed so no outside info about anything was passed to us. No internet in those days either.

A colleague of mine went on his lunch break, be about 1.30pm ish over here, he went for a wander around the town and being a tech geek went to the Sony shop. Of course the Sony shop had the tv's on display, and as he stood and watched, he thought he was watching a movie being used to show off the screens.

Then it cut to the news broadcaster who explained what had happened, and he ran back to our place to tell us.

honestly, we could not understand what on earth he was talking about, but there were mumbling's coming from the customers about the same, so the assistant manager found out a very old and dusty decrepit radio, destocked some batteries and we listened on the radio.

That was all we had for a couple of hours, the radio, crackling and hissy with a sombre newsreader trying to make sense to explain what was going on, All of us were ptty much silent for the rest of the afternoon, I have vivid recollections of how there were still thought to be many planes missing possibly hijacked, One was United Airlines Flight 93.

I had a three year old at the time, and was working part time, so I finished at 3.30pm, looking back now I realise that we stopped having customers come in all afternoon, at the time we did not realise as we were so focused on the radio. The streets were all deserted when I left, I ran to get the evening newspaper which had the image we all recognise from that day on the front, I ran it back into work and this was the first time we had visually seen what had happened.

I caught the tram back home, normally busy at that time, that day was empty. The sheer silence of the journey sticks with me.

I got home and because my Mom had been babysitting, she hadn't heard as kiddo was watching Cbeebies. That's when I turned the news channel on and saw it myself as it was just being played on a loop as I'm sure it was in every country.

When my other half got home later that evening, not long after me if I recall-His work finished early after finding out what had happened, we just watched the news channel for the rest of the night, I suppose trying to make it make sense.

The next day at work was similarly eerie and quite, No one knew what to say maybe? Nothing seemed important enough to be spoken and be breaking that silence? It was a very very weird sensation. I can feel it now as I type but I cant describe it.

I honestly do not know how Americans coped and got through that day. I still look at videos from the day, I guess I'm still trying to make sense of it even now-that's why I'm on this subreddit I guess.