18) Pushing through the rubble and the bodies of my men, I found the hostage children dead in a huge pile, and I wept.

He stood among the ruins, memories of war's atrocities flooding his mind. The burden of countless deaths weighed heavily on him. As he knelt beside the lifeless bodies, a sense of innocence touched his heart, leaving him struggling to comprehend what had indeed happened. Every face told the story of shattered dreams and short-cut existence. At that very moment, it dawned on him how unrelenting the cruel hand of fate had proved against his people; he could not save them. His ears rang with the cries of those he had failed to rescue - a chorus of guilt and sorrow. No amount of heroism could erase the taint of tragedy, and he will carry the burden of loss forever.
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