I was there and saw the aftermath, at least the human part of it. I was on board the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower (CVN-69). Our hospital (sick bay), doctors, and corpsmen were working around the clock, and our food reefers were turned into a makeshift morgue. We spent 94 days off the coast afterward.
There was a bright spot, if you can call it that. I remember hearing the New Jersey's 16 inch guns beating the crap out of the Muzzie killers holed up in the Baka Valley.
I was in a Marine artillery battery that was part of the next float that was to relieve this unit before the bombing. I was scheduled to get discharged into the reserves right before my unit left. My first sergant asked me if I wanted to go on this float. I had to extend for 4 four years which I did not want to do at that time.
My unit made a little pit stop to liberate a little island south of Cuba before they went on to Lebanon. I ran into a bunch of my buddies that were still in that battery two years later. They told me they pumped out the rounds (175mm). They were traversing the guns and firing at will. Not just my unit, but others, 35,000 rounds of 105, 155, 175, 8 inch and 16 inch shells...