The American Truth

The vacuum from the explosion sucked the oxygen from his
lungs as Nathan Alexander crashed to the floor.
The giant explosion devastated Nathan’s surroundings.
Chairs flipped over, littering the floor with Pentagon employees.
Many were hit by collapsing file cabinets. Ceiling tiles rained
down.

Nathan quickly jumped up. His pupils dilated as adrenaline
rushed through his body. His ears picked up every sound--the
cries for help, the groans of pain, the sharp intakes of surprise.

Only moments before, the large corridor that housed the
Communications Division had been filled with a click, click,
click of keyboards echoing between its marble walls. Now, the
sound of tragedy filled the air. Above all the startled voices, a
whistling noise grew with staggering intensity. Within seconds,
a second blast exploded, leaving a deafening thunder in its
wake.

The building rumbled as if it were experiencing an
earthquake. Nathan wobbled back and forth as he struggled to
keep balance. At 38, the former naval officer was in excellent
shape. That, combined with his willpower, helped him stay on
his feet while others around him hit the floor.

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