Mr BA
20-08-2009, 18:57
One
She was hurrying along Pennsylvania Avenue, a block from the White House, shivering
in the cold December wind, when she heard the terrifying, ear-splitting scream of air-raid
sirens and then the sound of a bomber plane overhead, ready to unload its cargo of death.
She stopped, frozen, engulfed in a red mist of terror.
Suddenly she was back in Sarajevo, and she could hear the shrill whistle of the bombs
dropping. She closed her eyes tightly, but it was impossible to shut out the vision of what
was happening all around her. The sky was ablaze, and she was deafened by the sounds
of automatic-weapons fire, roaring planes, and the wump of deadly mortar shells. Nearby
buildings erupted into showers of cement, bricks, and dust. Terrified people were running
in every direction, trying to outrace death.
She was hurrying along Pennsylvania Avenue, a block from the White House, shivering
in the cold December wind, when she heard the terrifying, ear-splitting scream of air-raid
sirens and then the sound of a bomber plane overhead, ready to unload its cargo of death.
She stopped, frozen, engulfed in a red mist of terror.
Suddenly she was back in Sarajevo, and she could hear the shrill whistle of the bombs
dropping. She closed her eyes tightly, but it was impossible to shut out the vision of what
was happening all around her. The sky was ablaze, and she was deafened by the sounds
of automatic-weapons fire, roaring planes, and the wump of deadly mortar shells. Nearby
buildings erupted into showers of cement, bricks, and dust. Terrified people were running
in every direction, trying to outrace death.