Vows to stay, as the search for the missing goes on
Days after the slaughter, the scene remained so ghastly that the eye instinctively sought out relics of life among the debris. Here was a dog tag bent out of shape by the blast, there a shred of a letter or birthday card from home. Scattered everywhere were photographs: of uniformed sons between doting parents, of laughing girlfriends and smiling wives, of babies newly born. The personal effects made the rows of bodies laid out on the ground and covered with blankets even more...
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