(SECONDS BEFORE)
somewhere in 1970 or so
I remember your smile
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Indeed poignant and tragic and beautifully told like a few seconds rolling over and over again as detailed.
This was an old man I used to look after whose daughter was killed as the bomb went off...she was only a teenager and was talking gleefully of what and how she wanted to be when she grew up. She lost an arm and bled to death. His mind was trapped in the forever of it happening and he held on to those last seconds of her being alive. Those seconds were the only seconds he wanted to live over and over again..
There's something deeply wrong in human nature. Thanks for sharing