T’was a morning, but not a bright one. With my father, I was looking for our vehicle in the neighborhood. It was a bit weird though, that we could not pick it up among a few cars parked here and there at the parking slot. In fact, it was not there. Then I found my self running along the streets hoping it was somewhere nearby. But something was not right about it. A faint sound was heard overhead and it was with no doubt that I understood it to be an aircraft. A few of them flew over our suburban residential area once in a while. However there was something queer about it. All the people outside, including me, was looking up to capture what was different about it. Surprisingly, a series of aircrafts appeared, and to our horror, none of them were passenger carriers. By now the flyers were letting off some sort of “dots” which sprang down to meet the ground. And the first to do so, expanded into a huge cloud of fire and smoke, followed by the terrible sound. And there were ...