Your eyelids peel apart and allow dust to fall onto your eyes as you force them open and shut while rubbing them with filthy fists in an effort to washout some of the debris. The ringing noise is loud in your ears. "I wish it would stop," you declare to yourself. A terrible ache forms in the depth of your skull. You ache all over. "What happened, where am I," you ask? As your blurry vision begins to brighten and sharpen, you can see ash in the air,you can taste the metallic tinge of blood at your tongue as it parts your lips to feed your burning lungs with their much needed meal of fresh air. The ringing in your ear is fading in and out as you begin to make out different pitches of rings. Focusing even more, you begin to separate a new sound completely from the ringing. Screams. Those are screams. Everything rushes back to you now in one cinematic recollection. You were at the United States Holocaust Museum when a thunder of ear-shattering noise collapsed the roof of the exhibit…

That "thunder" that you recalled was the sound of an explosive device that was detonated a mere 100 feet away.