And when I saw that video, the one of the child being pulled from the rumble, I wished i was there. It was like watching a helpless creature being pulled from a battle he never asked to be brought up into. And I know that feeling, but I will never know it to the level that he will. I had fragments of what he felt his whole life, and it was unbearable. I cannot imagine how his brain can even emotionally process all of what is going on around him. He cannot. I honestly wished the moment he touched his head and realized how significant his injuries were, I was there to hold him. I was there to counteract all the hate and reassure this child, there remains good people in the world. His eyes so lost, so innocent, so undeserving. It is a reminder of what is lost when people fight; the children.