Day
Nine
Saturday,
June 30th
based on a severe storm that rolled through (yes, we've had a lot of them lately!)
based on a severe storm that rolled through (yes, we've had a lot of them lately!)
Shell Shocked
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chat>
I don’t have a lot of time
so this is going to be a quick message to whoever is out there to read it. The
thundering sounds of the shells are all about me. And the sky alights as if the
fourth of July. Already there are reports of massive outages throughout the
city, Upper James, Prince George, Victoria, Kings Ford, Raleigh and South
Princeton all without any power. I fear that we will be hit all too soon and
then I will be unable to transmit any information to whoever might be there. I
pray that there are still others out there. Internet is still working, but it’s
spotty at best.
I can now hear the rat-a-tat-tat
of the machine guns right outside of the window; I’ve dimmed the lights so as
to not attract their attention. They have invaded; there is no doubt about it
now. I can hear the roar of the tanks rumble down the streets interspersed with
the bombings. In the brief silence I can hear the voices, arguing at times, cajoling
at other times. And occasionally a female voice rises above the din. They are
too near. I have locked the doors, just in case the soldiers were to try the
handle.
Wait, a flash of light,
coming through the drawn curtains. A flashlight. I’m crawling under the table
with my laptop. As I promised, I will stay on here as long as I can. I pray to
God that someone is catching this chat window. Someone somewhere, please dear
God, please someone be alive to become a witness to these horrific abuse of militia
gone awry. Someone is at the door. The handle is turning. Wait, wait ….
It’s alright; I believe
they have passed on by. I can breathe easier ag
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