
I was awake when it started.
Two in the morning is a strange hour to have your country ripped open.
The first thing I heard wasn’t an explosion. It was the sound of air being torn apart—jets screaming so low and so close that for a half-second my brain couldn’t even classify the noise. It didn’t sound like war yet. It sounded like the sky malfunctioning.
Then the bombs landed.
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