BLOOMBERG Charlie Rose April 27, 2015
You can find water but you cant find your own children. My boys. Harry up hurry up we are not leaving our brothers behind. We all stick together. And we die together. They should be buried at home like their mother. I will find them and bring them home to you. There is nothing there but ghosts. You walk off your form, turn up in this place, for what . My family was killed in one day. You know what the chance of winding these boys are . He is the only father who came looking. They are right here. We found your sons. How on gods earth did you know they would be there . If this is your son they w...