Still shrouded in darkness I made my way across the
Now what was to come was one of those little twists of fate that could almost have went the other (unhappy!) way, if I had started my journey ten minutes later that.
I had reached a point almost midway along
This was clearly an explosion, a bomb, or some sort of explosive device like that had just discharged somewhere back along one of the streets I had just walked along or passed by.
Being young and foolish, I did what all young and foolish lads do. I turned and hurried back the way that I had just come to find out what was going on.
Crossing back over the
By this time the local fire siren was wailing like some kind of demented banshee and the decibel levels were considerably increased when the military managed to get a chopper into the air. All of this noise and sonic turmoil was adding to the general atmosphere of confusion.
A crowd was beginning to gather as well as the Army and police, so I stayed only long enough to pick up a small piece of wreckage from the car that had once contained the object of all this devastation. This I would keep as some kind of macabre souvenir. I then decided to make myself scarce and head once more for home.
The picture above shows the piece of wreckage from the car bomb, it is quite genuine and is a picture of the actual piece of debris that I picked up that night, all those years ago. A little of the car’s red paint can still be seen in one corner.
… close shave: concluded …