The wounded are everywhere—young and old, with terrible burns on their faces, blood streaming from holes made by shrapnel, leg lacerations studded with what look like airplane parts. A young man in a blood-stained white T-shirt, with horrific facial burns, strolls past me. Yet, despite these terrible injuries, everyone’s smiling and chatting, gulping down coffee …
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