What is left in me is sadness, tremendous amount of sadness. I feel sad that these soldiers were so very young, sad that some of them had to die, sad that some lived but not survived, sad that war brought all of this to them, to generations, and sad that things may happen again, like this.
I could not grow to love these soldiers, but I could not hate them either. Their cruelty, many of their problems were borne out of the war that fell on the wrong people at the very wrong age.