Anonymous

 I often wonder about the children of war that I am writing about. The tragedy or triumph of the human spirit is a source of wonderment.  Obviously the tragedy part is tougher to write or think about but it is a fact.  Why is it that when some people are exposed to horrific circumstances, they manage to cope.  Others more than cope, they thrive. Some of them break apart like pieces of lifeless grey cement and disintegrate into the earth. The world is untouched by their lives and they become anonymous...forever....just the way they felt.