Evacuation Therapy

Remnants of a concrete wall were still crashing to the ground when I first heard his cries for help. Unrelenting missiles violently exploding outside of the building made it difficult to recognize the source and location of the whimpering sound. I was pinned down, metaphorically, in a half standing apartment building  — while a multi-launch rocket system unleashed its fury on us. By “us”, I mean myself and the unknown source of that pleading cry ...

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