This is what your town would look like after the war passes through.
This is where you would be searching for help for your wounded children.
This is where you would have to find food and water and this is the place where all of the people you know/knew; were turned into rotting corpses. Family; friends; gone.
This is the reality we give to the world when we choose war.
When we say we are going in to save ___?___; when we say we care about the people of ___?___; when we say that they have a culture worth preserving; this is how it’s done. Interesting how the political rhetoric about a war and a place stands up next to the cold morning light of “after-terror”.
Click to enlarge — Bulent Kilic
Musa, a 25-year-old Kurdish marksman, stands atop a building as he looks at the destroyed Syrian city of Kobani on Friday. Kurdish forces recaptured the town on the Turkish frontier on January 26, in a symbolic blow to the ISIS militants who have seized large swathes of territory in their onslaught across Syria and Iraq.