Their bed burned, and their toys. Their wedding pictures and their babies' carriages. In Dresden, Germany, our own Allied planes firebombed the city for hours, incinerating everything. Entire blocks were reduced to fine ash. It is difficult to guess how many died.
Children burn to death and leave no traces of themselves.
No trace of their glasses of milk, their picture books. People looking up wondered what that bomber was doing there all alone. The children finished their breakfasts. The mothers wrapped up their sleeping infants. And they all died in a three-thousand degree oven.