Quote by J.B. Turner
““Jon! Jon! Please come and get me! Jon! Jon!” He tried to move, but he was paralyzed. He willed himself to move. But he was frozen. All of a sudden, an ominous thunderous roar, and the tiny figure was swallowed in a cloud of dust and ash as the building descended at speed, the smell of burning fuel thick in the air, the screaming unrelenting.””
