I am absolutely not a wreck person. Especially where we live, they don't attract much diversity of marine life. I don't know much about ships and often don't even know what part of the ship I'm looking at, so there's not much sense of impact.
But, a number of years ago, I did a dive on the Thistlegorm wreck in the Red Sea. We had a FABULOUS briefing, which included a 3D model of the ship on the computer, which the guide could rotate and zoom in on, to show us the things that we might find interesting. The ship is a "real" wreck, sunk during WWII, and not a hulk prepared for divers. We went down and began to circle the ship, and I saw something odd -- two circles with a straight line above them. We all know straight lines are rare in nature, so this was something else . . . and as I stared, I realized I was looking at a tank, lying on its roof, just as we had been briefed. Suddenly, I was there the night the ship sank. I could see the ship on the surface, hear the bombs falling and explosions. In my mind's eye, I could see men running and hear their voices, shouting and crying out.
I got goosebumps. For one amazing, intense moment, I understood why people dive wrecks.
They went back to being rusty, silty metal on the bottom after that, though . . .
