Something tells me this is sick, but I wish I was there. Of course, if I was there, I would have wished I wasn't -- like the 5k who were there.
5k. A gross impersonalization but, as counterpoint, it emphasizes how utterly personal that attack was for every single one of those who died. Out of all of those who suffered and died (estimates are that there will be more than 5,000, much more), at the end someone was just taking the first sip of their last coffee; someone was yawning; someone sighed for the tedium of their life at the instant it ended. Out of 5,000 plus people who are now dead, someone saw it coming. I wonder what they did. Scream? Furrow their brow quizzically at the 'impossible' spectre?
I wonder what I -- what any of us -- will do now.