Out of sight. They farm the fields bordering the hill in the mornings in exchange for a meager sustenance, beans and rice. Nothing much to occupy them but their memories. Memories triggered by the ever-present scar on the hill. Existing shell shock, already widespread, is now combined with the fear that it could happen all over again this season.
Sympathy is hard to find.
This person lost a spouse, another lost their children-losses come in horrifying and varying combinations. I lost 14 heads of cattle. I lost my dog. I lost my cat. I lost 2 homes.