Gentle spirals of smoke rose from earthen huts, children played and women performed their chores while their men hunted for game. Such a peaceful site in the face of impending carnage.
The army gathered on the distant rise preparing to launch its attack to conquer the land these people worshiped.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
We are the immigrants.
Indeed we are, but we too often seem to forget it.
Unfortunately so sad and so true. My heart bleeds for them.
Mine as well. To see what has become of a once great an proud people is very sad indeed.
That was the calm before the storm that changed everything.
It sure was and things have never been the same. Thanks Marva.