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Friday Apr 7, 2017 #
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Courage as the world goes to shit. Courtesy of guardian.co.uk
"I’m a Maths teacher at a high school in Khan Sheikhoun. I was sleeping at home when I heard a sound of a warplane and then four bangs. I ran to the roof to see what was going on. I saw that the attack was almost 300m from where I live.
I ran down to check the website that we, locals of Khan Sheikhoun, have set up to warn each other of any possible arial attack.
The page started to warn people not to go nearby the site of the attack to avoid inhaling the poisonous gas. The situation was terrible, but still I could not stop myself running inside attacked houses, breaking the doors and taking out the victims with some other volunteers.
When I broke into one of the houses, I saw a guy was laying unconscious on stairs, some others in the centre of the house. We took them out but I myself inhaled some of the poisonous gas, the smoke was above our head and we were full of grief at the horrible scenes.
We started to suck the poison out of the victims by mouth to mouth resuscitation, to help save their lives.
I did that procedure with three victims till I myself started to feel dizzy and my head was spinning. I evacuated seven kids, by chance one of them was still alive and breathing. His name is Mustafa Al-Khalid, 15. I felt the pulse in his hand while all the other seven member of his family had died in the house. I put him in my own car and took him to the nearest medical centre where I myself fainted later.
I have my son, my two brothers and parents living with me, they all went to another village to escape the gas. The warplanes are still hovering on Khan Sheikhoun where you can smell only death. It is a death without blood."
"I’m a Maths teacher at a high school in Khan Sheikhoun. I was sleeping at home when I heard a sound of a warplane and then four bangs. I ran to the roof to see what was going on. I saw that the attack was almost 300m from where I live.
I ran down to check the website that we, locals of Khan Sheikhoun, have set up to warn each other of any possible arial attack.
The page started to warn people not to go nearby the site of the attack to avoid inhaling the poisonous gas. The situation was terrible, but still I could not stop myself running inside attacked houses, breaking the doors and taking out the victims with some other volunteers.
When I broke into one of the houses, I saw a guy was laying unconscious on stairs, some others in the centre of the house. We took them out but I myself inhaled some of the poisonous gas, the smoke was above our head and we were full of grief at the horrible scenes.
We started to suck the poison out of the victims by mouth to mouth resuscitation, to help save their lives.
I did that procedure with three victims till I myself started to feel dizzy and my head was spinning. I evacuated seven kids, by chance one of them was still alive and breathing. His name is Mustafa Al-Khalid, 15. I felt the pulse in his hand while all the other seven member of his family had died in the house. I put him in my own car and took him to the nearest medical centre where I myself fainted later.
I have my son, my two brothers and parents living with me, they all went to another village to escape the gas. The warplanes are still hovering on Khan Sheikhoun where you can smell only death. It is a death without blood."
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I wouldn't want to use google maps to find my way to Lofoten, nor to know what Nimruz looks like. Bizarre.