“Imagine going to bed one night, and waking up and everybody in your entire neighborhood and everybody that they know and everybody that they know is gone and you don’t know where they are. And some nights, you know, I gotta tell you, some nights that just in despair you lay in your bed, and like you’re a three-year-old and you just lay there and say, Oh my god. I want to go home. And you can’t go home."
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Here are Mr. McCuster's thoughts as he took this photograph:
"Something was wrong. The hurricane had passed earlier and it had not rained in hours. Later that day we learned that levees had failed and the city was filling with water."