Now I hear gunfire, the sound of hundreds of guns discharging wantonly–pop!pop! pop! boom! Boom! pop-pop-pop, but so fierce it sounds almost like a million giant firecrackers going off. The ground fire is probably cutting down thousands of citizens trying to escape. Ground troops must be taking the city as the aerial assault continues in many other sectors. Suddenly I heard the roar of nearby gunfire coming from the street immediately below me, and now from behind our building also. Survivors fleeing our complex have no chance. This is the end. But I never guessed that America's penchant for foreign war would be my doom.
A strategic hit right between two adjacent apartment buildings next to us, taking out many floors in both buildings at once. Notice all the colors in the assault. Are there chemical weapons, too?
I barely escaped the attack of these shells before seeking cover in my apartment. But they are getting closer now.....
My wife walks into the room. She dares to stand in full view of the window, which somehow hasn’t been shattered yet by all the blasting. She has her coat on and looks calm, even happy. I think the shock of war has made her delusional. "Jeff, come on, let’s go out and see more of the fireworks for the Lantern Festival. Isn’t it beautiful?"
--Written Feb. 9 during the fierce violence of the Lantern Festival, part of the celebrations associated with the lunar New Year, coming 15 days after. Somehow we and the city of Shanghai survived.