It would be years before the smoke died down before we could see clearly through the town. The missiles from Thepoe rained on us that day, and we hid in any basement or hole we could find. The screams of the dying rang in our ears as we held our loved ones tightly, praying for life. We waited 12 hours, 24, hours, then quiet. There was nothing left of ou…
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