A tragedy like Milton and I always remember Ernest Hemingway from "A Farewell to Arms."

I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it. There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Certain numbers were the same way and certain dates and these with the names of the places were all you could say and have them mean anything. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates.

(The details of what has happened, the damage, and the effects on the affected people and what do we do now is what matters now, coming together, not politics, not fancy words, not accusations)