Its weird. You always think that this kind of thing don’t happen to you. Its something you hear about on the news something from some foreign country detached and distant… this just doesn’t happen, not to you, not in England. I suppose I was lucky, I didn’t get caught in the explosion. I left that place without six inches of metal stuck in my leg, no concussion or loss of blood. But when i looked down that once cheerful street only to see the most horrific sights imaginable, people lying dead on the floor coated in broken glass and blood. The survivors, pore b******s, crawling in the pool of blood covered in nails like a human pin cushion. But the image that I will remember was this child, lying on the floor, lucky to be alive with his gaping hole in his head. Long beyond the point of teary it just lies there as if dead, I can’t imagine it survived, its hard to believe anyone survived. That child didn’t deserve this, none of these people deserve this. Who could do this? Why would you do this? What have these people done to deserve such destruction and pain? I hope they catch him and I hope they kill him… But they won’t, no matter how many lives he takes we will never take his. And soon we will all forget. We will all move on and one day this will be but a distant memory, a piece of trivia on some pub quize.