<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Survivor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sound of their laughter<br>in the dream, I still hear.<br>I wake up in a sweat<br>with their screams in my ears.<br>On a road trip to Tucson, <br>my teammates and I<br>met with disaster<br>and two of them died.<br>Our team van blew a tire<br>at a high rate of speed.<br>It flipped on the highway.<br>I can still hear the screams.<br>I kicked out a window<br>when the van came to a stop.<br>and dragged out my teammates<br>off of the blacktop<br>It was then I lost consciousness<br>the state trooper said.<br>I saw white sheets pulled<br>over two of our dead.<br>He said I was lucky<br>and so it must seem<br>to someone who never<br>had to wake from the dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420184" data-title="Survivor de John F. McCullagh" data-description="The Sound of their laughter in the dream, I still hear. I wake up in a sweat with their screams in my ears. On a road trip to Tucson, my teammates and I met with disaster and two of them died. Our team van blew a tire at a high rate of speed. It ..."></div> </div> </div>

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