More First-Hand Accounts

Licia's husband, sister and father have been helping in Port-au-Prince today. She has photos and updates on her blog, among them these heartbreaking accounts:

Pictures from Enoch’s trip to town today. He said the smell is terrible. Dad took Lori into town to see if she could help anywhere. They loaded the back of the car up with medical supplies. Dad came back Lori stayed to help those injured. Dad will head back into Port tomorrow to get her more supplies. He said he saw with his eyes enough today. They were picking up bodies with tractors and buckets and dumping them into dump truck. He saw 10 dump truck full of dead bodies making their way to the dump to do mass graves. Please everyone pray.

One of Enoch’s friends was trapped inside his house with his (the friends) two brothers and his mother. They all died and people were trying to rescue him. He kept yelling at them to stop and leave him alone. He wanted to die with his family. They asked what they could drop down to him and he asked for a gun to kill himself.

John McHoul writes from the Heartline orphanage:

We are starting to see people on the streets with their mouth and nose covered with a cloth or a mask as the stench of death is beginning to hang in the air. In our particular area it is not as bad as some places where bodies are stacked on the side of the road and still buried in rubble. Today as I was on the road, I was passed by a police pickup truck that was stacked with dead bodies.

I will not post any pictures of this and I assure you that a photo can not communicate the pain and despair that so many are feeling as we are now entering the days of discovery. These are the days when people discover that their homes have been destroyed or some of their missing friends, neighbors, and family have been killed. And some discover the joy of having found loved ones.