Congratulations on surviving that big shaker, Lynn. Clearly, many people didn't.
Yeah, it was Kobe, Japan, 1995, one year to the day after the California Northridge quake. We were 20 km from the epicentre and there were two quakes back-to-back in 10 seconds. I'd never experienced one before and thought that was it; for many it was. I was 20-something at the time and not ready to go yet, lol. I stayed, finished out my contract rather than go home to a recession, not having realized that the aftershocks would keep coming for months and be at times almost as large as the quake itself. Later found out our bank had fallen across a street, an expressway fell sideways, the rail lines twisted like crullers. Coming into a classroom and finding a desk with a bowl of rice and chopsticks standing straight up meant the student who'd sat there had died. About 20% of the city was homeless and in gyms and shelters. And a couple months later we were on our way to feed some left homeless by the quake and found out in the Kobe subway that the Tokyo subway had been attacked by Sarin gas, a cult called Aum Shinrikyo. 2020 is tied for weirdest year of my life with 1995, lol. It took me about 10 years to realize that quake was still affecting me in all sorts of ways. Sorry for the non-Cooper diversion, all I really meant to say is that PTSD is very individual and I'm sure was for the flight crew in the case.