The mourning process of war
Imagine intense heat.the smell of charring human flesh and fire coming toward you like a plume, swallowing your body whole in its wake. Imagine the ubiquitous sounds of screaming, and the palpable reality of experiencing your own inevitable death. You having to make a split-second decision of whether to stay and be cremated or to jump and fall to your death in a futile effort to escape. You know that one way or the other you are going to die. There is nothing you can do to stop it. Your last decision is to either be melted by an exploding accelerant or suicide. What do you choose? Imagine how you would feel if your death was played over and over like some bad family reunion tape or someone's favorite movie. Would you wish to be remembered in this way? At the end of the day, what would be the take home message of your death?