Fire lit the roadside, I inhaled and then exhaled into the dusty cloth wrapped around my face. The sky was darkened by the acidic devil’s rain that burned my eyes and any bare skin showing on my body. Any sunlight that could get through the clouds was not blue but crimson red reflecting the fiery wastelands of our nation. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I awoke that July morning to the TV blaring throughout my parents’ house. I walked into the kitchen to see my mom staring blankly at the screen.