A Syrian Massacre

I've taken my time in deciding when to start this blog entry. I, like many millions of others, have been appalled and frankly sickened by the images that began appearing on the Internet following the latest massacre in Syria. I pretty much knew what to expect as I had seen many images from the Kosovo Crisis in the early 90s and I thought I was hardened enough to deal with the new evidence. I couldn't have been more wrong. The images were far worse than anything I had seen before, and my reaction was severe. On reflection, this is probably due to the fact that the images I saw from a shattered Yugloslavia were of charred remains, almost impossible to identify as being human. The images I've seen over the last few days are quite different. They are clearly identifiable. The young faces tell their ages to be under 10 years of age, and many under the age of 5. My son is 5 years of age. To think of the fear and terror these poor children suffered, it makes me feel physically sick. I look at my son and I cry to imagine what those poor souls have witnessed.
It would be all too easy to forget what has happened and I suspect that in a week from now, minds will be focused on other things such as the Jubilee celebrations and the run up to the Olympic Games.
Something must be done. Diplomacy has clearly failed and the harsh words and inaction by the UN give the Syrian regime and their supporters free license to continue murdering the innocent.
I chose to see the images and the videos. I wanted to see what had happened, what had really happened and not the stuff we are fed by our homegrown media. I wanted to see the raw footage taken by people who were really there, recorded for the most part on camera phones.
What I have seen has made me question my faith in a God. For it is difficult for me to understand how any God could possibly allow such horrors to occur, and to children so innocent and so beautiful. It is beyond humanity to imagine the fear these poor souls endured. This has to end and the Assad Regime must be brought to justice at the Hague. The time for talking is over.