This is a book quote from Amos Oz’s book A Tale of Love and Darkness.

“I am tired… tired… a camp of belongings of the killed and wounded… Hardly anyone comes to pick up these things: no one will come to pick them up. Their owners are dead or lying wounded in hospitals. There was one who was wounded in the head and arm but could walk. His wife had been killed. He found her clothes and pictures and a piece of fabric… And these things, which were bought with much love and joy of life, now lie around here in the basement… And a young man, G., came to look for his things. He had lost his father and mother, his two brothers and his sister in the explosion on Ben Yehuda Street, and he himself was only saved because he had not slept at home that night, as he was on guard duty… By the way: It was not the things that interested him primarily, but the photos. Among the hundreds of photos… that were found in the rubble, he tried to find family photos…”

I would only like to add the following words:

The remnants of war are the same for all people, regardless of nationality. War is war, and it is the most gruesome thing; no human being should ever face it. Every war is a failure of diplomacy and humanity.