House of the rising sun was burnt to a sunder, I still remeber the smokey firesoot being blown past my eyes looking through the dense smoke, All i See is the structual sticks sticking out of the smoke, the windows had fire still burning though them, still in my mind, was the crying of those lost little girls, so glad it was done, but sad they still had noone to turn to, they turn and face the smoke and they were all smiling