For some it’s the fire and shadows. For others, fast heat and quick pain. Two were gone in a heartbeat, yet 19 plus still remain.
For three seconds, you live in a fireball, for three more a wrecked train. Babine was six seconds and a life time. Yet the seconds are faceted, cut diamond hard.
For me this seems all too hollow, for like the numbness just before stitches, I’d feel better if I could share some of the pain. I’ll not let Babine be my nightmare, our families and friends deserve more. I use those two lines as a mantra.
It works, but like wine, I am not sure. Our injured are slowly returning. One more only needs to come home.
There’s many ways to climb mountains, for each we must find our own.