YouÕd think that a guy from the Special Forces. whoÕd seen plenty of death, gore and destruction wouldnÕt have a big problem seeing a pile of bodies. Thing was, this was my home town, IfÕn IÕd been able to recognize those bodies, I think I mighta just puked. But the imagination sometimes Ôs even worse than reality. I imagined the pile containing Tommy, Jannelle, and the few friends IÕd had as a kid. I... just locked up. I just stood there, musta been fifteen minutes, but finally, a thought entered my head... What if my friends werenÕt there? I ran 3 miles at a full run to TommyÕs house, praying against all odds that they might be OK. However, the Creator donÕt answer all prayers.