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  I'm not sure if it was by crossed out:  acciden happenstance or design that once inside I got separated from the group ..I suspect by design .. and so I staggered thru' the chamber of horrors alone.   Nothing in my life moved me, angered me, enraged me, chewed on me as that did.  What right did I have to be alive, when so many thousands, millions many I'm sure, better, kinder, more talented, more intelligent, more deserving than I, gone?  By what grace of Providence, by what accident of birth and geography am I walking and they buried?  How little I  knew, how little I gave, to help, to avert the slaughter .. and how that realization tore at me!