Remembering the sobering events of the Beslan massacre five years ago today

beslan5 cross in handGod Bless the little souls lost in School Number One in Beslan, Russia on September 1, 2004….at the hands of Islamic fundamentalism.

From Gateway Pundit:

It was the first day of school.

A group of 32 armed Chechen separatists and Islamic fundamentalists, including one Saudinational, took more than 1,200 schoolchildren and adults hostage at School Number One (SNO) in the town of Beslan, North Ossetia-Alania.

Little did the children and parents know what the next 56 hours would bring.

……..Guns, wires, and bombs.
During the siege the terrorists separated young girls from the other children and took them out of the gym to be raped. The Islamists forced their hostages to clean up blood off the floors from the dead children and adults. It was so hot the children were forced to strip off their new clothes. They drank their own urine to stay alive. They were not allowed to move. After the explosions in the gym one boy dragged his younger brother through the halls. He pulled his limp body through a broken window……

…..When the school blew up, one of the children was blown outside.
The child climbed back into the school to be with her teacher. The photographer who took this picture said later that, after she had climbed back in, he never saw her again.

Shortly after that the roof collapsed…………

……The attack ended Sept. 3 when Russian forces stormed the school after explosions were heard inside…..

Watch this touching video if your heart can take it…

The grief those left behind is immense and I’m sure will endure forever. 

Tragic. Senseless. Evil acts. 

I’ve shed a tear each time I watch the videos and see and read pictures of the events that day.  Literally sickens me. 

Perhaps its the mom in me….or the sheer grief of those people. 

Perhaps its the fear of it happening to our kids…

Imagine our country and our children….could it happen here? 

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Dead children - Beslan massacre 9/1/2004

Hardly a week, sometimes even a day, goes by that I don’t remember the children of Beslan when I take my own kids to school.

Pray for those little souls and those left behind to pick up the pieces after such evil. 

God rest their little souls.

More remembrance at Michelle Malkin: The Beslan attack – 5 years later


2 Responses

  1. The MSM never published the full appalling details of the Beslan atrocity for fear of provoking ‘Islamophobia’ . See links under ‘Beslan – Child rape, torture and ritual murder’ at

  2. A polluted society

    The Paradox of our Time

    The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

    We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

    We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;

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    We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

    We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

    We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

    We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, not life to years.

    We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

    We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space.

    We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

    We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

    We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.

    We write more, but learn less.

    We plan more, but accomplish less.

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    We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.

    These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

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    It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just ignore it.

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