[Ginia nods in affirmation. It's horrible the levels war have turned to. When targets aren't even known, but simply annihilated in an attack, everyone else caught up in the crossfire. War was impersonal, but war was hell.

At least she knew her targets, took them out personally. But that was hardly a better thought to hold.]

/In some cases you can be hundreds of miles away, sitting safely in a bunker and controlling a plane through a computer. A lot of innocent people die that way, caught up in an attack meant for someone else./