All around me shells are dropping. We're safe, or so we tell ourselves, inside the bunker except for the as-much-unlucky-as-unwise few who decide they've had enough and step out.

It goes off right in front of them.

Pieces of Bo are everywhere along with Pat and someone else's name I haven't had enough time to even learn.

There's no saving Bo, there's no saving Pat though we try desperately.

And as I'm passing rolls and rolls of gauze to the outstretched hands all I can think...

Who the fuck names their kid Bo?