IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT? THE THINGS THAT WE REMEMBER?
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I REMEMBER THE suffocating grip I held on my brother's hand, my knuckles turning white, my body prepared float away if I managed let go. Being shoved onto the tail section of the long, infinite train. The dark reality seemed far off in my feeble 11-year old mind, unprepared for the horrors awaiting me ok the other side.
I remember watching as they the only family I ever had to death, my body stuck in place - weak and unable to intervene, my vision was shielded by a strong, calloused hand.
I can remember the stench, and grime from not bathing, the malnutrition and starvation from lack of food, taking desperate measures and making gruesome decisions just to stay alive. That's all life was in the tail section - find any means to survive.
I remember Gilliam. I remember Edgar. And I remember Curtis.
