Post by Boomer Chick on Jan 20, 2005 12:23:23 GMT -5
We were looking
at the sky, cloudy, and where the sun was lighting up the clouds we saw a propellor like red light then the sky went totally dark, as dark as night while we all just stood and gazed up at it. It was out for a minute, then the sun returned. People milled about, I related with people, put my hands on some old male friend's shoulder... felt good like a reunion...then a bomb went off in the distance and the feeling was ...nuclear.... no time to call my dh or my sons, just time to run for cover...I found myself running down steps over and over again with one female friend from my life whom I hadn't seen in years... I kept reflecting and expressing that I never thought my last minutes would be spent with her in a million years.... going down to a basement, wanting it deeper, looking at the windows in the window wells, finally finding the deepest basement.... telling others in the building about the bomb...hearing the rumbling...waiting for the shock to hit...finding a place to hide on the hard cement with a comforter on top wedged between some huge metal storage units of some kind...others sitting on a small grouping of couches nearby not seeming to care...just waiting. I fell into a drowsy state just waiting, lying there and trying to relax thinking about my sons and where they might be, wondering where Dennis was... just waiting to die....and then someone woke me up and said it wasn't the type of bomb we all thought it would be and everything was OK except for that immediate area we saw in the distance.
at the sky, cloudy, and where the sun was lighting up the clouds we saw a propellor like red light then the sky went totally dark, as dark as night while we all just stood and gazed up at it. It was out for a minute, then the sun returned. People milled about, I related with people, put my hands on some old male friend's shoulder... felt good like a reunion...then a bomb went off in the distance and the feeling was ...nuclear.... no time to call my dh or my sons, just time to run for cover...I found myself running down steps over and over again with one female friend from my life whom I hadn't seen in years... I kept reflecting and expressing that I never thought my last minutes would be spent with her in a million years.... going down to a basement, wanting it deeper, looking at the windows in the window wells, finally finding the deepest basement.... telling others in the building about the bomb...hearing the rumbling...waiting for the shock to hit...finding a place to hide on the hard cement with a comforter on top wedged between some huge metal storage units of some kind...others sitting on a small grouping of couches nearby not seeming to care...just waiting. I fell into a drowsy state just waiting, lying there and trying to relax thinking about my sons and where they might be, wondering where Dennis was... just waiting to die....and then someone woke me up and said it wasn't the type of bomb we all thought it would be and everything was OK except for that immediate area we saw in the distance.
