I flinch.
The stone cold air makes it seem as if the dirt in this bunker is sucking the life out of anything living it can. Anything and everything even the things that are scarcely living.
One more bomb drops as a new throng of people pour in. The impact throws them into frenzy as the newest layer of debris coats, what once was my favorite jacket.
My mother I can’t tell where she is, or my childish sister.
I call to them, but they can’t hear me I’m sure of that.
Life as I knew it, as anyone knew was lost in a war. A war between them and us, a war that we lost not only did we lose the battle we lost our family.
The voices in the bunker cease as a man walks in. The only thing that can be heard is the loan howl of a baby’s cry. The mother, I can see now tends to him silently. And the beating of my heart where I stand shaken, and terrified.
The man speaks.
“Today we have lost a great deal, not only have we lost our families. We have lost our country, our beloved America.”
This was all he said nothing more nothing less.
He walked over, sat next to a young woman on the far side of the blockhouse. And said nothing until the final bomb had been dropped.
He tells us to go up.
I take careful strides as I walk from the wall to the stairs leading to the most beautiful thing I can think of.
I walk up out into the blinding white light, but what I see does not comfort me. What I feel is my heart shattering into to microscopic pieces as I see grown men and women falling to their knees helplessly.
They sit there as the tears fall from their eyelids like rain falls from a cloud.
I wanted to run back into the blockhouse. To hide my tears, but I realized in that moment when I saw my mother.
Tears are what make a man strong.
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