By Tara LaVelle / The Bulletin
February 1, 2006
It was muddy, mucky and moldy. A rancid stench hung thick in the air, and the signs of overwhelming loss could be seen for miles. Their arms ached from hours of sweeping, digging and scrubbing, and at one point, a burst of gunfire went off just a few blocks away.
Nonetheless, they'd do it all....