From eyewitnesses to the London bombings.
Lorenzo Pia, an Italian postgraduate medical student, was leaving his nearby flat when he heard the blast. “The bus was without shape,” he said. “Four or five injured people were walking about. They were dripping with blood, some from the head, others from legs and arms. Five or six people were lying in the street. They were not moving.”
“One of the injured was a young teenage girl who had blood streaming down her face. Another, an elegantly dressed man, had a leg injury. A woman was crying. She had blood down her face too, but there wasn’t any panic or screaming. People just got on with helping each other.”
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Ayobai Bello, 43, a security guard, left his bank to cross Tavistock Road when it was flooded with commuters coming down from Euston. He saw the explosion and the top and back ripped off the bus. It was a scene of carnage.
“All I could think was, they are all dead. I saw all this with my own eyes. In front of me in the road was a woman but there were no arms and there were no legs, it was just her body and her head, and body parts were scattered everywhere. There were also two men on the floor, one in blue trousers and one in a shirt, they were both dead. They were both gone. The man I saw hanging dead from the bus, he was a very old man with white hair. He was about 80.” Hours later, in the streets around the bus, the atmosphere was eerie.
From Josh Trevino blogging in Edinburgh
The immediate matter is to sort the living from the dead, care for the former, and bury the latter. Once buried, it will be time to avenge them.
Perhaps the villains' expectation is that the Briton will quail as the Spaniards, reacting to massacre with headlong flight from foreign fields. I think not. About me, I see older Scots with a steely flint in their eyes.
The reckoning will come. There is a soul of honor beneath the ribs of death.
Posted by Jill Fallon at July 8, 2005 2:14 PM | Permalink