On both sides of the war, children are caught in the midst of their dispair and suffering. God bless children everywhere.
A boy…one boy digs through rubble. He must find the pieces of his heart. Tears, heartbreak - he must find him. Someone films him - What are you doing? Looking for my grandpa. He keeps moving. He keeps moving rubble, turning it over - he cannot fathom what his brain cannot comprehend. Desperation in his eyes. We clench our innards, because we too cannot take this. Suffering we’d erase. Each and every, any kid - we hurt for him and her. Out of time and reach; tears. And elsewhere a counterpart hurts too.
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