Pedestrians
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Some with grey hair fringing their babushkas shuffle slowly throught twisted steel and broken glass, trying to step carefully as distant explosions compel them to halt unsteadily and search the near horizon for the unseen enemy. The small bags they clutch hold all they managed to rescue from a shattered life. Wearily, they plod on toward---where?
Some clasp a babe on their hip with their left hand while holding tightly onto their toddler's hand with their right. All the three of them now own is stuffed into her backpack. For them, she smiles often and hums familiar tunes as they continue their "exciting trip".
As they pass, weary men with rifles---some old, some very young---nod encouragement and do their best to guard their progress. And, something in the way they walk, the way their weary red eyes widen and flash at each rattle of distant gunfire, makes it very clear that anyone trying to harm these precious bedraggled pedestrians will have to kill them first.
Bless you, each and every one.
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