There are people on the site dealing with the problem best they can .
The control room is a distant memory .
The gauges are gone or worthless .
There is twisted wreckage all around .
Maybe they know they are already dead .
They are giving their all to battle back the hell in front of them .
They could cut and run but they do not .
They look at the blown up building surrounding them and they stay .
They look at each other knowing that they will not be long for the world and they press on .
They choose the noble path .
I'd like to meet them .