Right there in the middle is a desperate mother, holding her beloved child out the window to get that baby some fresh air. And the baby's outstretched arms, reaching for relief that probably never came...
I'm a mother of a precious toddler and pregnant with a second miracle baby (we didn't think we would ever have children, so both are DEFINITELY miracles) on the way. I simply cannot look at that picture without tearing up, without feeling an overwhelming sense of personal loss (even though I know the loss was not mine), and without wanting to turn the entire Afghan landscape into a large sheet of glass with bodies buried in it.
God lift all of them up, Your sons and daughters...