I didn't want to post anything before on this, simply because
I would get violently angry, and I can be uncontrollable when in that state.
Then it hit me, and I just had to say something.

I ask to please not troll this or other threads on the matter.

This is my thought.
I don't think I can say much else about this.

There can be no greater absolute horror going through the mind of a child who
realizes she will die within the next few seconds, and there is nothing she can do
to stop this.
The sheer terror of the fact that mommy and daddy simply cannot
save her, no matter how hard she prays to God.
The utter sadness that she will die alone, crying for her parents
who are not there.

"Mommy...", will be her last dying whisper.

When she is finally before God, she will ask, WHY?

The answer God will give, will be reserved for her, and only her.
We will never know why God let this happen to her.

All we can do is honor her memory.

This is a horror I dare not fathom.
Yet they lived through it, and died through it.
Angels.
Innocent angels.
All of them.