It was a warm and sunny morning when the bombs  went off. They vaporized every thing within a square mile of the detonation zone, and everything else within a 25 mile radius was on fire and burned to the ground.

     My name is Max Collins and I am one of the survivors of “The Day of Fire”. I woke up in my house on the edge of Lake Erie like I did every morning. I remember smelling the bacon the my mother Susan was frying on the stove like she did every other day. The sun was shining through the window disguised behind the trees in the yard. The breeze was flowing through the open and I could smell the cut grass from the neighbor next door. I looked around the room before slowly getting up to go to the kitchen to eat breakfast, and just as my foot stepped through the door way, all the windows in the house shattered. The next thing I remembered was waking up on the floor covered in blood with shards of glass sticking into my back. The force of the explosion through me through the air slammed me into the wall on the opposite side of the hall way and knocked me out. I slowly climbed to my feet, there was no pain despite the fact my was covered in glass. I stumbled down the hall way to the stairs, where I froze as my eyes filled with tears and as my stomach did a complete flip, to the sight of my mother laying on the floor, her hair was singed and she had so much blood on her I could not even tell where she was bleeding from. The same force that shattered the windows also caused the gas stove to explode instantly killing my mother and has now caused half of the house to burn. I dropped to my knees in panic and horror that I will never see my mother again. I felt a hand on my back and under my arm pull my up to my feet. It was my father $$$$$, he had blood coming from his ear and nose from the impact of hitting the concrete deck out by the pool. His lips were moving but I heard nothing, I was probably still in shock from the sight of my mother. I just stared into eyes as he pulled my arm we started running to my parents were they had a first aid kit. 

     Thats all I remember before passing out again. I woke up outside in the yard laying on grass that had turned a yellow from the intensity of the heat that was outside and the ultraviolet  light from the explosion. My father was no-where in sight and I didn’t think anything of it at that point, but then I remembered my mother and that same ice cold feeling came back to me. I hurried to my feet but when I got up my head was throbbing, and just then, I saw the full extent of the devastation the bombs caused. As far as I could see all the trees were laying in the same direction. About one out of ten houses were on fire including mine.