Change Is Good

the streets below, as well as the cries of people that were in the streets looking for cover!

After it was over, the flood had destroyed 507 homes, damaged 936 homes, left over 4,000 people homeless, swept away 30 trailers and 600 automobiles, destroyed 30 businesses, washed out sections of the railroad and 10 bridges, and knocked out telephone, sewage, water and power services (Nugent 146). Over 1,000 residents sustained injuries and 125 people were killed, 7 bodies were never found (Nugent 146). “Victims lay crushed against bridges, wedged between railroad cars, swinging grotesquely from tree branches” (Nugent 151). In the days following the disaster, as the extent of the devastation unfolded, Pittston “remained silent, without even a word of condolence for the victims” (Nugent 156). When an official finally made a statement, he

The aftermath of the bombs was a broken city, not only seen on the buildings but also on the death

I took out my gun and pointed I it at his head; his hands went up; he knew he was done.

Families were hit the

The sun was nowhere to be found the dark clouds combined with ash and smoke blotted out any form of light, destruction was everywhere. Wheat fields were ravaged by fires, and towns were reduced to rubble. The ground that was once dark brown soil was now churned into large masses of mud filled with the stench of death. In the mud trenches and foxholes were dug in which many men inhabited, not by choice but out of pure necessity.

Though many people were hurt, the people were not the only one who were damaged.

Luckily, our street just had little water in the middle. When, I looked at the garage, there was all of our wet furniture and all of my toys from the basement, wet, and ruined.

The next few days involved taking a sledgehammer to the walls and ceiling, which was fun and grueling at the same time. Every smash entailed the falling of heavy, one-inch thick plaster drywall and light, blow-in insulation that stuck to every inch of our clothes and bodies in the sweltering heat of the stuffy room in June. We put the drywall into bins, scooped the insulation into bags, and carried them down the stairs to a trailer. By our estimates, there were at least 3000 pounds of drywall and 1500 gallons of insulation removed from the room.

So I asked Emilio, “What is the most feared creature on Earth”, I asked him as we were running down the sidewalk.

explosions rumbled from within and tore her apart. Lifeboats were deployed but to no avail as chaos

After a while, the dome became uninhabitable, and we were forced to leave the one place we thought was guaranteed safe. It was not until about Wednesday that we were able to get to a landline to Baton Rouge. As we travelled, we overheard something from the soldiers, “The Seventeenth street canal levee….it’s broken.” Three blocks away from my home.

It seemed that every building was pockmarked with bullet holes”(104, par. 2). Also, when they went to check on their house later, “My brothers immediately ran off to check on their pet chickens. They came back crying; all that was left was a pile of feathers and bones.

headed home to see if father was home yet. ''Father'' I yelled into the empty house, are

Many innocent people were killed. They had no time to try to evacuate or fight back, instead, children in schools and women at home were turned into debris, injured or vaporized. Yoshitaka Kawamoto a boy who lived there explained “I crawled over the debris