It was a war, and in a war there are always casualties. Never winners, but always plenty of casualties.

In a sea of human beings, it is difficult, at times even impossible, to see the human as being.

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

Let us also acknowledge that the hearts which suffer the most from our wars are those of mothers. Their vital voices have been left out of the political equation for too long. An Iraqi or American mother cries the same as an Israeli or Afghan mother. The eyes of a mother who has suffered the loss of a child can destroy the soul of anyone who gazes upon them. More souls become casualties of war than physical bodies.

It was a war, and in a war there are always casualties. Never winners, but always plenty of casualties.'-- Nenya, The Water Warrior.

Let us also acknowledge that the hearts which suffer the most from our wars are those of mothers. Their vital voices have been left out of the political equation for too long. An Iraqi or American mother cries the same as an Israeli or Afghan mother. The eyes of a mother who has suffered the loss of a child can destroy the soul of anyone who gazes upon them. More souls become casualties of war than physical bodies. War is a soul-shattering experience for the innocent.