His son was dead, his wife was dead… and unless a miracle occurred in the next few seconds… he was going to follow. Worse than his own demise was the apparent truth that he was going to be responsible for the death of another person he knew and loved. There was no time left to contemplate or dwell. There was no time to think about anything. There only time enough to scream.
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