Personal Narrative-Bombed: A Short Story

I have seen horrible things. It has been three days since the Japanese bombed us. As you must already know, we are now at war with them. I was having breakfast when the first wave of planes flew began the assault. I don’t remember how many patients came in, or how many died. It’s all going so fast, it’s so surreal. Almost all the patients have burns all over their bodies. The black smoke and the smell of burning flesh will forever be carved into my memory. At night, us hospital staff have to work in nearly complete darkness. Black curtains were hung over windows at night and lights were kept low, reason being we are fearing yet another attack. So many lives have already been lost, but we are fighting to save as many as we can. Please do not