What is it that distinguishes the victim from the predator? 
It is that innocent look in the eyes
That faces eternity without fear.
Predators sink in the red of the blood they have shed, and retreat into oblivion?
 

A reminder of the atrocities set on mankind never to be forgotten in sight that it might not happen again. The museum was a hair raising experience. My father was a prisoner of war in Japan. Alison Goodwin Parcles.

Pleased to have finally made my visit here. I’ve heard these stories from my parents. They were children in occupied Nemea. 
Very respectful treatment of a terrible incident.