"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

it is the bombs, and we are all damned.

As my vacationing cousin was contemplating an escape route for his family (there were no roads left and all the gas stations had been bombed), he stepped onto the balcony to ask his neighbor how he planned to leave. Before he could answer a bomb fell, silencing his neighbor and sending a shock wave that shattered the windows of his daughters' room and tossing him back. Unharmed and having no time to be shocked, he rushed his family into the car with little gas. It had only one trip left in it, he had to choose his route carefully. Speeding through banana fields his daughters complained of burning skin. Behind him he saw the white cloud cover the neighborhood. He pressed on realizing he just escaped the phosphorous bomb that could have burned their flesh to the bone. He had to get to Tyr in hopes of shelter. He called his other neighbor praying his escape was not far behind. He did, but not many others did as the neighborhood had been obliterated. The shelter was a dentist's office that was half underground and half exposed. The dentist was a relative, but he had his family and 24 others. He heard the stories of people driving away from the bombing only to be killed by airstrike. There was no other choice. Nowhere was safe. So he pushed on...