I blinked. The sky was dark. I could see the endless waving grass. The wreckage of the Boulton Paul Defiant was scattered around the field where I lay, and the bomb parts looked like dead bodies around me.
In my story, a reporter gets an opportunity to report when the Hindenburg arrives in Lakehurst, New Jersey. Little does he know it will end up a tragedy leaving him with only three words to say. "Oh the humanity!"
It was supposed to be a perfect night. Music blaring and people talking. It was peaceful, but exciting. Especially for Laura and Jimmy, who start to build a promising friendship. It's always amazing how things can change in one night.