I remember the sound that the bomb did make as it sped through the air and fell to the ground.
I can remember the requirement to sit in darkness, keep still, and to not make a sound.
I remember the fear, as I sat underground, hearing the dog fight overhead in the sky; in the air.
The sensation of panic and chaos lives with me still; displacement and disorder, torn from my family and friends.
I wasn’t there.
I exist in the future, some six decades ahead of the war that tore countries apart and left millions for dead.