I’ve been trying to figure what to do, or what I even can do. I wish I could believe that Wheezer’s video footage was a fake, but like I said: even in the dark, you can recognize the streets where you grew up. And that video is definitely of Piedmont, Utah.
Which means I need to accept that, more likely than not, the reason I can’t reach anyone in Piedmont is because there’s no one left to reach. And if that’s true, I’m not sure what the point of this is. I don’t know what I can do to help my family, or anyone else, that the military can’t do better and faster. As a result, I’ve spent the last 48 hours feeling helpless, powerless and useless.
When I woke up this morning, though, I realized there is still something I can do: I can keep looking for answers. I can refuse to settle for anything less than the whole truth about what happened in Piedmont. And until I find out what that truth is, I will force myself to believe that somehow, my family might still be alive.
More this evening.
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