The sun was going down and it would be dark in a couple of hours. It had been a very hot day in the desert. A war worn truck came bumping and rattling down the dirt road paulcked with bomb and shell holes. They could hardly travel more than twenty miles an hour. The canvas covering that used to be over the back was all torn away but for a few shreds that were flapping in the wind. The eight Army personnel on board; five men and two women who were much to young to be here; were as war worn as the truck. They had been replaced by a new crew and were on their way back to base camp for a hot meal and three days of well deserved rest.
The explosion sent the truck up in the air about three feet and over onto the driver’s side. The roadside bomb had exploded directly beside the front seat passenger. He was dead before the sound of the explosion had quieted. The driver was thrown up and ten feet to the side. He was dead before he hit the ground. His body a mangled mass. The contents of the bomb; nails, screws, bolts, nuts and small, twisted pieces of metal; flew thru the air in all directions piercing and tearing the flesh of the other passengers. Two were killed immediately and the rest severely if not mortally wounded.
The gasoline tanks on the truck exploded with a deafening roar. Fire, burning parts and gasoline spewed in every direction covering the truck and bodies. Their uniforms, hair and flesh all seemed to ignite at once. The smell was horrific. The fire burned for an hour and then subsided into smoldering bodies. They were burned beyond recognition. Some were just burned black to the point that they looked like marshmallows left to long in the campfire. Others had their flesh burned away until only black bones were visible. They were with GOD now.