A Bomb & A Blue Plastic Chair

There’s a bright blue plastic chair, flipped upside down and partially shattered, on the outside corner of the porch. Shards of plastic are scattered on the ground, along with jagged pieces of shrapnel from the bomb that landed about 30 meters away. Those jagged, molten chunks of metal traveled with such force and velocity thatContinue reading “A Bomb & A Blue Plastic Chair”