This picture brings it all back to me. The dust and the taste of old plaster in the mouth.
The screeching of the bombs just before they landed and the cries and howls of people
rushing to help dig out their families and friends and the firemen’s bells and the sobbing children (I was one) so how could one ever forget?
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