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New Orleans, Louisiana – It was three in the morning on New Year’s Day, and Tyler Bert, a Bedikap driver who works in the historic French district of New Orleans, decided to take a final fare.
He performed a cycle to Bourbon Street, a busy street with music and laughter. It was not a long time before a family of four places.
Two daughters in the group were wearing high heels, and their feet are painful pain. So they went up on the cultivated cart to the back of the Bert bike, and they rotated them to the Bourbon and the canal, followed their parents behind them on foot.
Every small movement since then will form the rest of their lives.
Bert remembers one girl who dug through her bag, frown. “Can you wait for my father?” I asked, polite but tired. “They have my phone.”
Attach the ends of the hadith on the sidewalk in the night wreckage: a citizen’s desserts, cups of green cocktail. The police car was stationed at the end of the street, a few yards, and dismissed party pioneers from nearby traffic.
Soon the parents walked and paid Bert. It was 3:16 AM. Bert wished the family a happy new year, and he and the father exchanged five.
“He was standing directly in front of me, (near) enough for me to address it,” Bert recalls. “Since we were returning, we turned to the left, and this large white truck deviated around the police vehicle.”
The Lightning Ford F-1550-which was more than 2.7 tons (6,015 pounds)-was interested in the street directly towards them. Bert tried to get out of the road, but his own bike prevented his way; It can only see.
“First, he ran to his wife. Then he ran in front of me.” She passed so that, when Bert continued towards the father, the fast truck was grazing his hand, leaving behind a blood pellet.
Watch the truck speed on two other blocks down, Bourbon Street, and destroy the celebrities. When he returned back, Girls kneeling around their mother, in an attempt to shake her awake, screaming.
The disturbing clarity was revealed to Bert in the minutes that followed, and he felt as if he were not alert in his life.
Bert remembers all the details: The Bloody Gash on the forehead of the subconscious father, screaming a Pedicab colleague. She later told him that she saw the driver’s face when she swept the truck last.
In the following hours, law enforcement announced that a car was not occurred. It was a planned attack, and it reached its peak in the fire between the police and the driver, the veteran born in Texas, Shamsud El -Din Jabbar, who died at the scene.
US officials described it as a terrorist act. Two improvised explosives were discovered nearby, and the armed group (ISIS) linked to the background of the Jabbar truck obstacle.
A total of 14 victims died on that day. 57 others were wounded. The Bert family had accompanied Bourbon Street from among those who miraculously survived.
But within 36 hours, the crime scene was cleared, and the crowds returned to Bourbon Street. Tourists from the huge beer embrace the improvised memorials: wooden crosses with candles and flowers met on the sidewalk.
Louisiana Governor Jeff Landre said at a press conference on January 2, the last night, Louisiana Jeff Landri described a press conference on January 2. The day before, New Orleans described that image From himself in a luxurious restaurant, a few buildings from the crime scene.
In the wake of public violence, the public discourse often emphasizes the importance of returning quickly to natural.
The goal is to defuse the sabotage goals of the attackers. But experts warn that this type of payment can let some survivors struggle without adequate support.
“Recovery is really a long time of these types of group shocks. We can not only say,” Oh, he has gone. “We are fine,” said Tara Powell, a professor who is looking for behavioral health during disasters at the University of Illinois in Urbana Chambin.
