I look into the tear stained faces and remember a night in 1968 at LaGuardia airport our unborn child held tightly in a last embrace before my young husband flew off to a strange country called Vietnam.
This is war.
This is the heartbreak of last goodbyes and innocence sacrificed on the alter of power.
Praying for all of the precious souls caught up in a nightmare not of their own making.
Lord have mercy.