I went to visit my mom in Des Moines and my Aunt finally emailed her at school. She was not able to use telephones or her cell phone, so email was the only way to keep in contact with her. She was not able to get home till later that night, because the police would not let her across the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, ten days 14 days later, we got a call from her asking us to buy her a gas mask. She said it is absolutely horrible smelling because of all the dust and 6,000 rotting bodies.
In a split second, my metal roof was under the bombed mosque. Trying to get up from under the broken roof, I ran to my daughters’ room. I found two lying in there pajamas. “Where are the rest of my daughters? This can not be happening!” I kept thinking to myself.
Horror story After a loud dreadful scream I woke up with a worried look on my face. I was terrified. I have never heard a scream like that in my life. I looked to see if my little sister and parents were ok but they were fine and sleeping. I look outside and I don’t see anything, so I just thought I was hallucinating.
He slept on the couch that night, because he didn’t want to wake my mother with his cold sweats, and shivering all night from the side effects of coming off that drug. Later that night, about 2:30am we ate a sandwich together talking, after I ate I went to sleep for the night. Two hours later my mother came to my room crying I had asked her what was wrong and she stated “Louie is dead he hung himself in the garage.” I instantly started to cry and ran upstairs to find my step father hanging in the garage. That challenge had affected me
Kissed us softly on the head, and told us not to come out for at least 3 days, until things settled down, shut the hatch slid the rug over and walked away. Chiara squeezed my hand not knowing what was to happen. We heard the table chairs slide out and slide back in and mum and dad sat down and prepared themselves. Before you could count to four, the door was kicked open, and the Soldier yelled “Wo sind die Papiere?” This was not a time, to not be prepared. I slightly pushed up the hatch, just to see what was happening.
Well , I was walking home & a tornado started . I was like , "Oh sh*t, that can't be , & I tried taking another step , buht the wind was blowing realllll hard" & I tried hiding under a table or something yeah ,still outside by this apartment complex buht it didn't work & I was screaming for help & this one older lady stopped & I went into her car & there was like a hole in the door , & it wouldn't close & I asked her if we could go to her house , good thing , her house was like right there , we drove up there went into the garage & I dunno what happened to the lady buht this came out of the house out into the garage & he was like are you okay ? & I was like I'm fine , I dunno why buht I asked him if he was a player cuh he had like 6 cars.... & we went inside his house & this woman was cooking
Finally at the end of the story when the whole gang found out that T.J had been walking back south to his home for the two week he was missing, that was iron age because T.J had left them, they had no headquarters, and they lost their garden forever. “It was a big idea and it took a while for it to sink in but the more I thought about it the better I liked it”pg 3 (Golden Age) “Thinking about it now, I don’t see how he kept us at it. It was hard work...” pg 4 (Silver Age). “The adult world has decended on us even in our richestt dream, and we knew there was no calculating the adult world, no fighting it, no winning against it.” pg 7 (Bronze Age). “ THey did not find him for two weeks.
Cecil R Palmer 99th Infantry Division For over 40 years I seldomed talked about my war-time experiences with anyone except maybe another buddy from my company—they are the only ones that can understand. Life goes on, and you try to forget the horrors of war, try to forget that I was involved in a kill-or-be-killed mode for many months. Was I scared I would die and never see my wife or my parents again? Or never get to see my daughter that was born while I was overseas? You better believe it.
On October 23, 1989 Rosey was in the living room reading a book, when all of a sudden she heard a scream from outside. She ran as fast as she could, and to her surprise she found her parents in a puddle of blood with scratch marks on their faces. Her parents had been murder by a tall thin man all dressed in black. Rosey was terrified when she saw the man that had just killed her parents. So she got up and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, she didn't know where she was going but she had to get away.
I was a bit nervous because this was my harbor and Mother Nature was giving it a beating. I did my last radio check to all the U.S. Navy ships that were harbored there. They replied back with “All stations are normal.” It was about eleven p.m. and everything seemed to be quiet besides the gusting winds outside. I turned the television on and sat on the couch to take a break. It had been a long day and I was getting tired.