Post by Calypso on Mar 11, 2010 8:30:14 GMT -5
March 30th 1964 3:40pm, Anchorage, Alaska
It’s cold. Much to cold for this time of year it seems. The noise. The cries and screams of the dead and moans of the mourning. Desperation, starvation eat where hope used to lie. The sick and wounded the old and young the rich and poor, all in the same shape in the same life, torturous. It’s been three days since a 9.2 earthquake hit Anchorage. Three long miserable days. Me, I have been here, in our make shift hospital, for one day no more, no less.
March 31st 1964 5:00pm, Anchorage, Alaska
Zayde has typhoid again. His chances of survival are very slim. Zero to nothing. Zayde, a good person like a father to many, including myself. He served in two wars and escaped death numerous times. Zayde the hero, the loved soldier, the father. I am in no better condition. I was trapped under ice for two days, after the earthquakes hit. It was my boy, Buck, that saved me. Big guy he is, full blood Pit Bull, stayed where I was trapped barking his head of until people found us. I was carried in immediately, holding on by a thread. Buck followed us the whole way. At the “hospital” I got a little food and drink, they laid me down on a cot determining if I would live. I have, for now.
April 1st 1964 2:00pm, Anchorage, Alaska
Zayde has a fever of 105 today. Death rates rising rapidly. I have no feeling in my legs. The numbness is worse than the pain. The doctor said it was natural and to sleep it off. It’s hard to sleep though. Where are Tanner and Jace? Those are my boys, the ones I was with when the earthquake hit. Man, I didn’t see them after I fell? Are they still out there wandering in the sharp, bitter wind? Are they dead? Would being dead be better than what could be happening to them? Or maybe, just maybe they were saved by the workers here. They could be in this very tent, or the next. “I’ll ask a doctor they can tell me.”
April 2nd 1964 12:00pm Anchorage, Alaska
You can add two more to the current death rate, whatever that ridiculous number must be. Jace’s body was recovered today. Blood covered the front of him, where the rock had stabbed him through the heart. A look of fear on his face as he had fallen down, down over the cliff. Tanner has yet to be found. They believe, if he was with Jace, he may have suffered the same fate. Just better off to assume he’s dead than hope for a miracle.
April 3rd 1964 6:00pm Anchorage, Alaska
I’ll never walk again. That much is official, when I was trapped under that ice I got awful frostbite which is causing them to have to amputate my legs. Life as of now is over. How do I do anything without them? Zayde also passed away today, last I heard he was in a lot of pain so at least that’s gone now. I’ve heard a little bit about the damage. It wiped out the whole city. Power lines and water pipes were uprooted, buildings collapsed and over 70 residential buildings were destroyed. It’ll take years to put back together.
April 4th 1964 3:30am Anchorage, Alaska
It’s dark and bitter cold. I can’t move. God, why can’t I move. The pain, a dull throbbing starting in my legs, turning into a huge blazing fire as it travels up my body, slowly eating at my sanity. I’m tense. I want to scream but I can’t. It’s starting to feel stuffy inside this tent. My stomach churns and growls from recent food shortage. The darkness is closing in on me and it gets hard to breathe. I must have screamed because doctors were at my bedside mouthing words I couldn’t hear. It’s a battle between me and the darkness. Darkness won out.
It’s cold. Much to cold for this time of year it seems. The noise. The cries and screams of the dead and moans of the mourning. Desperation, starvation eat where hope used to lie. The sick and wounded the old and young the rich and poor, all in the same shape in the same life, torturous. It’s been three days since a 9.2 earthquake hit Anchorage. Three long miserable days. Me, I have been here, in our make shift hospital, for one day no more, no less.
March 31st 1964 5:00pm, Anchorage, Alaska
Zayde has typhoid again. His chances of survival are very slim. Zero to nothing. Zayde, a good person like a father to many, including myself. He served in two wars and escaped death numerous times. Zayde the hero, the loved soldier, the father. I am in no better condition. I was trapped under ice for two days, after the earthquakes hit. It was my boy, Buck, that saved me. Big guy he is, full blood Pit Bull, stayed where I was trapped barking his head of until people found us. I was carried in immediately, holding on by a thread. Buck followed us the whole way. At the “hospital” I got a little food and drink, they laid me down on a cot determining if I would live. I have, for now.
April 1st 1964 2:00pm, Anchorage, Alaska
Zayde has a fever of 105 today. Death rates rising rapidly. I have no feeling in my legs. The numbness is worse than the pain. The doctor said it was natural and to sleep it off. It’s hard to sleep though. Where are Tanner and Jace? Those are my boys, the ones I was with when the earthquake hit. Man, I didn’t see them after I fell? Are they still out there wandering in the sharp, bitter wind? Are they dead? Would being dead be better than what could be happening to them? Or maybe, just maybe they were saved by the workers here. They could be in this very tent, or the next. “I’ll ask a doctor they can tell me.”
April 2nd 1964 12:00pm Anchorage, Alaska
You can add two more to the current death rate, whatever that ridiculous number must be. Jace’s body was recovered today. Blood covered the front of him, where the rock had stabbed him through the heart. A look of fear on his face as he had fallen down, down over the cliff. Tanner has yet to be found. They believe, if he was with Jace, he may have suffered the same fate. Just better off to assume he’s dead than hope for a miracle.
April 3rd 1964 6:00pm Anchorage, Alaska
I’ll never walk again. That much is official, when I was trapped under that ice I got awful frostbite which is causing them to have to amputate my legs. Life as of now is over. How do I do anything without them? Zayde also passed away today, last I heard he was in a lot of pain so at least that’s gone now. I’ve heard a little bit about the damage. It wiped out the whole city. Power lines and water pipes were uprooted, buildings collapsed and over 70 residential buildings were destroyed. It’ll take years to put back together.
April 4th 1964 3:30am Anchorage, Alaska
It’s dark and bitter cold. I can’t move. God, why can’t I move. The pain, a dull throbbing starting in my legs, turning into a huge blazing fire as it travels up my body, slowly eating at my sanity. I’m tense. I want to scream but I can’t. It’s starting to feel stuffy inside this tent. My stomach churns and growls from recent food shortage. The darkness is closing in on me and it gets hard to breathe. I must have screamed because doctors were at my bedside mouthing words I couldn’t hear. It’s a battle between me and the darkness. Darkness won out.