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“What a night” was the first statement that came into our minds. A tough, violent night. I can’t even remember when I fell asleep. I was counting - not sheep as any normal human being would - I was counting missiles. Every single missile. One day when I’m famous and on TV the introducer will ask me what my least favourite sound is.
With a frown on my forehead my answer will be the sound of the launcher when it launches a missile. A very nasty missile that cleaves the virginity of the air with a loud whistling sound. And the sounds of the explosions, and the collapse of a building, glass smashing and the screams of children and their mothers.
