How can 20 year olds decide to sacrifice their life for a vision? A vision , they are not a part of?
How can one laugh in the face of death? A laugh not of resignation but of taunt and that of recklessness? How can one not scream and holler at the injustice of dying so young? How can one not be silent and accept the death as is, silent & die as if you never lived?
How can tears not stream down when one realises that such people were for real? They actually lived, for crying out loud!