I must thank Boker Tov, Boulder for the most extraordinary post about Shiloh and the human price we have paid to the dangerously misguided politics and philosophy controlling our existence.
I must admit that I couldn't have done it, researching and quoting about all the young Shiloh people resting in graves rather than studying or building families. It's all too close; I know all of the families. I'll just share what a younger sibling of one of those holy children said at an Azkara, memorial ceremony:
"You are/were my older brother, but now, I'm older than you were when you were killed. It's very hard to get used to."
That is the reality. All of us blessed with life grow older, the children become adults and we adults get wrinkled and grey. Our children marry and become parents making us grandparents, and grandparents become great-grandparents, but those murdered miss it all.
The Shiloh Cemetery was opened after Rachella Druk, HaYa"D, was murdered. She left a husband and seven young children. The oldest was about the same age as Yonatan Eldar, HaYa"D, was when murdered a few short days ago, and the youngest was just a toddler. Rachella never had the opportunity to dance at her children's wedding, nor hold her grandchildren. As painful as her murder was for her family and friends, at least her life is continuing through her children and grandchildren.
The young people in that upper row of the cemetery have left a gaping hole in humanity, so much unfulfilled dreams and potential.