Your father is dead as are thousands just like him. Your house is destroyed.
Neighborhoods, schools, and churches are all scattered chunks of bloody concrete amid the scorched, pockmarked rubble where your life used to be.
Your life was not taken…but wasn’t it?
Everyone you knew, if still alive, will never be in the same place again, never share a meal, laugh, ...
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