‘Darling, my darling Gill, you were in a bomb, a terrorist attack.’
April 2nd, 2007
From The Religion of Peace comes a link to this story of a woman who was in the subway the day the Muslims attacked it with a bomb.
Then it happened. I have no memory of the actual blast, just the feeling I was falling into blackness. My body was tumbling in slow motion while thousands of tiny thoughts raced around in my mind.
I was certain I was having a heart attack. My fellow passengers were screaming at me, horrified I was dying. Something dreadful had happened.
I could hear someone saying: ‘Stay calm.’ Still the screaming continued. What had happened? Where did the train go?
A man reached down. I could see his arms coming towards me. I stretched out to him.
‘I need to stand up. Please help me up.’
The man bent down. I was slipping away. I couldn’t feel my legs.
The blackness lifted, replaced by shades of grey. A security or emergency light in the tunnel shone through what had been carriage windows, lighting my legs.
They resembled an anatomical drawing. I could see muscle, tendons, bone. And attached to these were my feet – still perfect, but dangling, as though they had been left hanging by a thread.
My dear God, my legs are gone.
Please go read the rest of the story of this courageous woman here.
Written by Jeanette
Posted in Terrorism
