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“War is air raids, the rumble of artillery and tanks, the cannonade of gunfire… It has many sounds and many faces. It sneaks up and falls on you with all its force when you least expect it. And as you hide, you count the bursts. One. Two. Three… God, thanks for passing. And then the guns go silent. And in that silence, you hear a baby crying. Quiet sobs, like a kitten’s meow. And then the shelling begins again, drowning out everything… That is why war children are quiet. They know their cries will go unheard.”
— Faina Savenkova, You do not have permission to view the full content of this post. Log in or register now..” Written in 2020 at age 11