Here’s another excerpt from a fascinating book I’m currently reading called “Curse Of The Narrows” which is about the horrifying munitions ship blast that devastated Halifax, Nova Scotia in 1917:
Today’s Horrifying Yet Truly Morbid Fact!
Sixteen-year-old Elizabeth Fraser arrived at her house on Roome Street shortly after nine. No sooner had she arrived… than she awoke in the yard, confused. People were screaming and everyone she saw was covered in blood. Looking south, she saw the fire start to take hold near her parents’ house… and she started running, but found it tough to see through her tears. On Gottingen Street she passed her father. “I saw my poor father, down on all fours crawling like an animal, moaning and crying, but I did not stop. I had to get home even though I expected to find them all dead. My path was strewn with debris of all sorts, fallen wires and trees, and even dead bodies.” When she arrived home she found her mother, seven sisters, and an aunt lying on the ground. She did not see her brother Arthur. The women appeared disoriented, unable to answer her questions, barely able to speak. The house was flattened. “Mother, where is Arthur?” Maude Fraser pointed to the ruins… [Elizabeth] turned to her mother but stopped in horror. “I saw my aunt, who was expecting a baby, dragging her little six-year-old boy by the hand. Her eyes were both blown out of her head and she was telling him to hurry; he was dead but she did not know it.”
Culled from: Curse of the Narrows
Can you imagine a more horrifying sight? Now there’s a memory that a 24-pack won’t wash away!
I saw my aunt, who was expecting a baby, dragging her little six-year-old boy by the hand. Her eyes were both blown out of her head and she was telling him to hurry; he was dead but she did not know it.
That is begging to be drawn.