Some people think that when a bomb is detonated that the worst part of it is the boom.
The split second of watching an explosion.
But in reality the real danger is the shrapnel.
The sharp projectiles hurtling right at you.
That’s what death is.
And then the shrapnel.
No matter what it effects you in some way.
Last night my family got hit with some shrapnel.
We’re ok thankfully our wounds are only on the surface.
But it still hurts.
And it’s still there…imbedded in our skin.
We all end up causalities eventually…
There’s some shrapnel in all of us.