I started the engine, turned the rig around and drove back toward the bunkers. There was no need to rush. As we crested the hill above the site, the devastation was frightful. Where the fence hadn't been blown down, debris was embedded in and against it. A one hundred foot wide crater looked to be about fifteen feet deep. Chunks of dirt and concrete were scattered for hundreds of yards around the blast site. Ed's truck and trailer were a mass of scrap metal sitting yards from where it had been parked. The aluminum skin on the trailer had shredded and sections had melted. Everything in it was destroyed.
There was no way Ed and Dean could have survived; they had likely been at the center of the blast and would have been vaporized instantly.
We sat and stared at the havoc that had been wrought; each of us was absorbed in the realization that two more of our friends had disappeared from our lives. My body shook as my head lay against the steering wheel.
We were silent for several minutes until I spoke softly, "First Maria, now this. I've heard bad things happen in threes; makes me wonder who the hell will be next."
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