by Julie Lawson
The 1917 Halifax Explosion Diary of Charlotte Blackburn
December 6, 1917
There was no warning. The explosion happened fast and all at once. The roar of the flames just stopped. I saw a white flash shoot up from the buring ship and felt a tremendous blast of air, a whirlwind that swept me up and hurled me around until it suddenly gave out and dropped me. I didn't know where I was, only that I'd come close to landing on a picket fence. Bodies were lying everywhere. Nothing moved, no one spoke. And then the screaming began. I thought it was the end of the world.