My Day With the Zombies Helping Airports Practice for Disaster

The wounded are everywhere—young and old, with terrible burns on their faces, blood streaming from holes made by shrapnel, leg lacerations studded with what look like airplane parts. A young man in a blood-stained white T-shirt, with horrific facial burns, strolls past me. Yet, despite these terrible injuries, everyone’s smiling and chatting, gulping down coffee …

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