July 8, 2023
The last effort to recover the bodies took place this morning. The workers marched into the wreckage. Their faces were long and miserable. They had fought hard to find their comrades. They knew this last search would be a failure.
“I wanna go home!” Screamed a Taiwanese pastry chef. “I should be lying in bed watching Cesar Milan!”
“You need to put some effort into this search!” Replied the commander. “Our men could be underneath our feet! They could be gasping for air!”
The soldiers started picking up rocks one by one. They knew they were failing. Every minute that passed confirmed this.
“How much longer, mate?” Asked a Nordic body builder.
The commander kneeled down and whispered into the soldier’s ear. “Till your nose looks like Rudolph the Red Nosed Salamander. You understand what I’m saying?”
The Nordic gasped in horror. “You can’t speak to me like this! You know who my papa is? He built the bridge of love!”
“I don’t need no bridge of love to make my money!” Screamed the commander. “You’re gonna dig till yo nose lights up like the Eiffel Tower.”
The Nordic man collapsed to the ground in a heap of anguish. He was wailing in horror at the insults.
And so the men continued through the day. They were sweaty. They started smelling like a bunch of unwashed hogs. Still they searched.