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Terror

She woke to her home collapsing around her...

After calling out for help---seemed like forever---she escaped from the heavy chunks of concrete with the aid of a Civil Defense volunteer...

More volunteers searched and found her family---all dead...

She spent an endless time roaming and grieving, oblivious to the constant creation of carnage around her---unaware of the accumulating wounds, not life-threatening but draining...

Eventually, after many days and nights, and groups of men she ran from, she happened upon a U.N. convoy...

She got some food and was raped...

Much time passed in complete blankness tinged with fear...

Suddenly, she heard a plane overhead...

She watched as it circled, then released its bomb...

She saw it impact a distance away and was attacked with concrete fragments, slivers of rock, and dirt...

She sat down on what had been the wall of a home and noticed her body...

Six deep cuts---much blood...

She remained sitting---awareness of her situation becoming lucid; yet, she gave up trying to escape...

Then, with physical existence trickling away, she reckoned it was her twelfth birthday...

In the evening, still lucid, she died...

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