I couldn't sleep that night and neither could my friend. Two young girls - dead - had lain on the bakery floor clutching sweet date muffins. Their poor bodies were mangled in the blast and I couldn't help but recall their sweet faces, innocent and unsuspecting when the government rained murder from the skies. If nothing else, this is why we were here - to bear witness to Assad's and Putin's atrocities in this horrible civil war.
I asked Gustave did he think we would ever get those images out of our heads and he replied, "few journalists or other reporters: someone needs to remember them. I'll never forget them."
Now, whenever I see a bakery I do not imagine the tasty loaves of bread or pastries. I think of those little lives lost and wonder how the superpowers could allow this regime to stay in business. It's the children who suffer the most.
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American Jihadists
Adventure(Warning: Some mature language) Two young American friends naively travel to Syria to fight with ISIS against the Syrian Regime and quickly decide that they got into something ominous and evil. I encourage all readers to comment, vote, and share. T...
