50 meters.

sunday 50 meters. you stare death in the face and get away with it. just because you're 50 meters away. the sad thing about all this is that all of us affected, the dead, the wounded, we're all NSFs. NSFs serving the nation. 50 meters... you will be forever haunted by the sight, the smell, and then you wake up in sweat hoping it was all a nightmare. but the bandages on your right arm, the pain, the physical and emotional scars. they all remind you that it is all true. all too real. 50 bloody meters.