i was reading the papers.
i was reminded of the book,
heart of darkness.
don mccullin.
though the situations are
pretty different,
but they are rather similar.
deaths.
pain.
tears.
loss.
i understand why journalists,
pjs, aidworkers, doctors,
volunteers must be there.
but i cant understand how ..
sitting in the library,
with the book,
looking at the pictures,
the stark black and white
just stared into my face.
i started tearing in the library.
i wonder how hardcore
journalists or pjs take
such sights.
i dont know.
i can never.
so while i salute those
who offer their services to help,
i despise those who love destruction,
and take pride in the lives they take.
a little off what is happening now.
but this is my two cents worth.