As I viewed these pictures I am reminded of how comfortable my life has been and how often I have taken this for granted. It is ver easy for me to form opinions about war and fighting when I have not grown up in a region where it has become a normal part of life. As I look into the eyes of some of these young men I am reminded at how passionate I used to be about things and causes that were not beneficial to my life at all. Would I be fighting people who showed up in my land? What would happen if my mother was killed by a foreign bomb? I cannot even imagine these things whatsoever. What if my little sister came running home screaming because half of her body was burned off like the little girl in the picture.
