Wish You Were Here Comments

The memory of that day is scarred into my brain like the burns on my face. Night after night the nightmare plays over and over. As I pour over snapshots in the family album I wish they were here still, my parents. The night that both of them died is a night that I will remember until I take my last breath. I fear that will be soon, so let me share with you the night that I have talked with no one about in my long life.

It was a chilly May evening; my father was coming home from Germany where his job had taken him. I had never seen a Zeppelin before and my mother took me to meet my father when he got home. The night was a disaster that would be immortalized by a radio broadcast. My mind has hid the movement of the Zeppelin from me, how it crashed to the ground, there are only four images that remain in my mind to this day. I will share them with you now, if you will listen to an old man.
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