Among the more horrific scenes was a parking lot of about 200 cars.
As we approached, three teams from Zaka were leaving, those charged with collecting as much of the human remains as possible for burial.
The cars were burnt-out shells. Little was left but burned metal and ash. Zaka had its work cut out for it. But as we looked more closely, they tended to their sacred task. Cars were tagged, and each tag represented a victim they found. Some cars had one, two, or more tags. And some did not have enough to be identified. But it was presumed that there were at least two people in each vehicle who died violently and painfully.
We gazed into a sea of death. And as we waded into the lot, we were told there was a second larger lot.
May they rest in peace.