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Let me tell you a story.

In California, on one of our scouting patrols, we came across a shelter under a school. We always check shelters, because shelter food can last a very, very long time, especially candy and crackers. Almost anything withouy animal fat, if the conditions are right.

In that shelter were children, hundreds of children. No adults, their teachers had all left them. No parents had come for them. There was no food, they had eaten it all. They did not die fast. They lay in little huddles, everywhere. They had drawn and written in their school books, even to the last days.

Maybe those bones were yours. And you judge me?