On the 17th July a missile was fired at civilian flight MH17 bringing it down inside the conflict region ofeastern Ukraine.
All 298 passengers and flight crew including 80 children on board perished.
I don’t even know where to begin with this.
As a father with young children I am particularly sensitive the images of children’s belongings strewn across the wheat and sunflower fields.
This is a landscape I am very familiar with, I live and work in it, the images on TV might show what looks like another world but it is in fact the same one we all inhabit.
The ground war is dreadful, the indiscriminate bombing of civilians, the confusion, the destruction, the broken shredded bodies, this is not a Ukraine I am familiar with.
Then bodies, body parts, bits of aircraft and private possessions started raining down out of the blue sky on to the innocent villagers living below.
Peasant villagers doing nothing more than anyone of us would be doing under the circumstances, trying to live as best as they could, hoping and praying the distant thunder of guns would pass by without visiting death and misery.
This war is difficult to penetrate to understand what is happening and I’m not going to try and explain it here, what I will say is the downing of MH17 may have shifted the outcome of the war in to its final stages.
How much the shooting down of MH17 has to do with this is speculation but I imagine that bringing the eyes of the world on to this squalid war must have some impact on those who find themselves in de facto charge.
One thing I am fairly certain of, as bodies remain unaccounted for and as the war passes over the wreckage destroying evidence, is it will not be forgotten.
Someone will be held accountable for the crime, be it at the Hague or elsewhere be it next year or within in the next ten.
This crime will not simply pass.