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"It's a robbery",a top policeman says on my car radio,and reassures folks that this will be over preety quick. I step on it.man,it is the longest 30minute drive of my life. "My wife and daughter are in there," I plead with the soldiers in the din of gunfire "Baby pick it up" I whisper countless times,holding my phone to my ear. I punch redial. Nobody answers. I am John Doe.husband.father.freaked out. I am not a curious onlooker. My two reasons for breathing are in there. I will camp here as long as it takes. my wife and daughter need me. I am John Doe. Son.brother.Believer.Praying for a miracle I have not eaten for two straight days. I cannot. No father can stuff while his two sweetest things are eating the bread of sorrow My daughters babyish innocence will make my wife stronger.I am convinced My little girl had the Arsenal "love" to turn terrorist into evangelists. We are all Jane,John Doe's.affected. broken. Shaken.Trying to live.exist
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
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"It's a robbery",a top policeman says on my car radio,and reassures folks that this will be over preety quick. I step on it.man,it is the longest 30minute drive of my life. "My wife and daughter are in there," I plead with the soldiers in the din of gunfire "Baby pick it up" I whisper countless times,holding my phone to my ear. I punch redial. Nobody answers. I am John Doe.husband.father.freaked out. I am not a curious onlooker. My two reasons for breathing are in there. I will camp here as long as it takes. my wife and daughter need me. I am John Doe. Son.brother.Believer.Praying for a miracle I have not eaten for two straight days. I cannot. No father can stuff while his two sweetest things are eating the bread of sorrow My daughters babyish innocence will make my wife stronger.I am convinced My little girl had the Arsenal "love" to turn terrorist into evangelists. We are all Jane,John Doe's.affected. broken. Shaken.Trying to live.exist
this     is for every victim of terror attacks, worry-less
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
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