Then something curious happened. In the midst of all the screaming, stench, blood, and puss I closed my eyes and saw them. Children's candies and crayons. The colors of the wax pencils were vibrant, I could feel the texture of the paper and the smell of wax. I saw the semi transparent wrapping of the butterscotch candy, the kind that would be in a glass bowl. Vivid enough to pull me away from the insanity of the reality I was experiencing.