Remnants of the fallen

When a tragedy happens not a nation but a world: a world connected by human relation can feel it in the very tendrils of their soul. While some treat it with indifference others feel it tug deep at their heart. either way we are a world joined together by the root of one planet. There are objects within these tragedies that have been given no thought. These are their stories.

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I can feel the lights wash over me causing me to stir from what has seemed to be a nap that had gone on too long. The lights sting my eyes, but I guess that's to be expected when you live in a place like this. You really don't know what its like to be this lonely. Lost in what seems like forever in a wave of darkness. You jump in front of their cameras hoping they might want to play for just a second but as adults often do, they push you aside paying more attention to their surroundings. I have spent time wondering through the contortions around me dancing among the rusted icicles. There were others here but one by one as they found who they were looking for they left. Now I am here alone. hoping. Hoping these visitors with their strange suits and cameras who have illuminated the mystery of this all can help bring him to me. I had been sitting in my aunt's cabin who was giving my mother a well-deserved rest from my sister and me. My sister being so annoying and three years younger than my six-year-old self had wanted to go for one last walk on deck before bed, my aunt tired out by attending to her three other tantrums today gave in. I begged to stay in, the wind was too chilly for me leaving my cheeks too flushed, plus I had my new teddy to keep me company. A few minutes passed when I felt the whole cabin jerk. Teddy and I got so nervous at first, we decided to be good children and wait for Auntie but then we were just too scared we needed daddy. We ran out into the hall but were pushed around by a large group of people running up deck. There was no way we could run against all these people to make it back to mommy so Teddy suggested we go with these people on deck where daddy would be. We were just sure of it. Everyone was yelling and crying, even Teddy and I. We couldn't find daddy anywhere and the lights had gone out. I am so afraid of the dark. I grabbed onto a mans pants who looked like my daddy's, but when he looked down it was not him. "Looks like you've missed the way out little one why donlt you let me hold you a while." I began to shake not just from the cold but from the panic of the unknown which had been taking place. "I just want my daddy." I cried feeling every tear flowing down my face like a blade of ice as I hugged my teddy close to my chest. The man picked me up and I did not protest I felt safe in his arms. Maybe he would be able to take teddy and I to daddy. Then the ship let out a growl. The man was thrown against the railing causing all of us to go overboard. I am a great swimmer, but the man was asleep, and I couldn't wake him up to start swimming. Teddy is the one who felt it first the icy water sinking down into his lungs cutting at him like he was butter. I started to feel warm again but couldn't help but sink a little under the waves. At this moment I looked up and saw my mother, aunt and sister far off in a small half packed boat. My mother was frantically searching the water wailing a strange cry. I wanted to wave to her but my arms wouldn't move and I was so dreadfully tired. So tired that I found a nice bed where the others had fallen to rest. This is the memory I wish these people could see. until then I am searching for my father among the wreckage that has become my life. Wondering among those amazed by my tragedy, forever an orphan of the sea.

Titanic

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I am on fire with anticipation of this meeting although we have done it many times before but something just something about this time feels different. We are soaked to the root from the off and on drizzle of the day. there is an electric air running through us all. we all gaze above as your circle once more perhaps making us wait. Then it happens at first, we think it's another fake out but then you let down that golden rope to meet us just like Rapunzel's hair, yet this is hardly a fairy tale. we are merely all glued in place by either duty or the sheer curiosity of this event. There is a clamor of activity, a hustle if you will. Men rush all around us to grab hold of the rope tying you to us, creating what might be a deadly form of communication. A minute passes maybe more when our electricity turns to fire, a burning anxiety that we could land you safely already. While I didnt see it myself someone saw your skin ripple just a little at first before flames burst from you and then began dancing around your hull. Oh my god there were screams. Screams that could pierce the soul and render it still. Fast is not even an accurate word to describe the rate at which you began to plummet towards us; envelop us with your twisted metal carcage and human remains. Now all these years later I am still here a blade of grass among many yet of this day we all hold a different memory for some it was no more than a singe of a bad day; a little scorch in their corn flakes but for me it was the first time I had seen that people could be turned to paper thrown into the flames of chaos in only an instant.......

Hindenburg

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You went for a simple shave with your father and while you have done this many times this time filled me with dread. this is when we were separated. Since that sunless day you were born, I have always been with you watching your actions closely, excited about what you would become. Often so very often I have tried to call out for you, but I am just as lost as you among the others who were separated as I from their best friends. I wish your mother would braid me one more time. Better yet I long for you to twirl me as you nervously tell a white lie. I heard the screams from the others thrown to the fires for fuel I assume but I was spared and housed with others. Here I became one voice among many all singing the same tale of loss. I used to try to imagine where you are, but I have seen glimpses of the other skeletons clinging on to the thought of life I cannot think of you that way. Not my Freida. Who knew that star you wore so proud so faithful would lead us down this path? A path because we were different, perhaps because I was brown and not blond. As long as I live you will always be with me; just as you were the last time, we met eight with short a red and white bow you had resting against me while I sat on the top of your head an apparent mistake because I was not blond. I miss my Freida but how can I find her if I don't know where we are.

what's an Auswitchz anyway?

Holocaust

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A gentle breeze runs past us. Things have quieted down since the Vulcanalia festival. The foot traffic has lessened, and the singing and ruckus has lessened. The relief is welcome for days we cowered in fear of being picked by curious children or lovers in amorous pursuit. My friend sways my way frantically, but I just laugh, the danger is over.

"The danger is over my friend the festival has ended and winter will soon be here we will be safe."

"Lily, something doesn't feel right the dogs are tense and the peacocks are not perky."

"Rose, calm yourself your to0 used to being on edge. Listen to yourself those pesty peacocks are just upset they were brought here who knows maybe figs and walnuts are not their favorite foods."

Right then there was a crack of thunder however there was no storm about. My ignorance was now recognized as rock flung out of the mount far off in the distance. A large cloud appears. It's funny but I know we can both feel it's the end. When you can only sway in the wind how do you outrun this? We embrace each other as we can begin to feel the heat of the impending doom. Oh, how we wish to hear the singing, the dancing, smell fresh pressed grapes once more. All we can hear now is terror. Did you know terror had a sound? Children run for their mothers who cling to their babes in disbelief. Some pray to be spared. Some scream, but most of them just cry, cry because they know we soon will all be lost, lost under what was known to be Pompeii.

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"Don't you dare touch me! You're hurting me!" He yells.

"I can't help it sir I am only doing my job "the woman yells back frustrated she can't write on him. She had been on a date just minutes before when the chaos broke out, but now it was time to do her job.

"Your job don't get me started on how easy your job is! Im constantly being stood and made to go here go there at least you get a break girl!" A coworker of the woman snaps. But is cut off by more screams. the ground is shaking but to the number of incoming there is no faking no letting someone else do the job if ever there was a day you had to be a hero today was it. The first woman ignores the man and writes down his vitals leaving behind a bright red trail.

"Gotta move, gotta move. gotta move." he second woman yells feeling the pressure in every step.

The shelves where the medication is kept begins to shake. Panic has replaced by awe, awe of the sheer terror of the situation. Nurses,Soldiers there is no discrimination among the dead or wounded the only thing that is sure is that they keep arriving. The clock however does not slow and surely as it ticks the chaos subsides to mourning and anger. But it was those who go unoticed or taken for granted that were forgotten. A man's protective layer left seared by flames lay battered and hated the rest of its days due to its deformities no gratitude given for its years of service. A lipstick tube had turned the nurse into a ruby red vixen never letting a boy escape without a satin kiss had turned into a pen writing down vitals then tossed in the trash. But what the nurse could not forget were her white sneakers she had taken so much pride in cleaning before each shift, they had long been thrown in the water when she had sat at the edge of the ocean sobbing because she had held it in too long, she grabbed her knees to her chest only to see her pride had been caked in blood...all her friend's blood.

pearl harbor

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Shadow on the wall some big some small. memories snapped against the concrete in an instant to be seen by all is this just another snapshot to show that no matter how great the morals you can still fall. one action can move you from just to wrong and who's to say where the right choice belongs. they watch out like guardians reminding us of where we could one day be a victim of retaliation of an innocent seed.

Shadows shadows on the walls who's the fairest of them all is it we because we went for where it hurts but they hit our military our harbor so now we've got em back we left their children their wives all their family dead.

really about the shadows a haunting memory there's nothing else to be said

Hiroshima

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"They are a history book but at least not the way you've read it you see there is a side we are pushed and taught to read of a story but then now you see there are as many stories to an event as there are objects and people in the room all with different points of view. life weathers no two people the same thats something we all should remember."