"The hand of the Lord was upon me
And He brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord
And set me down in the middle of the valley
And it was full of bones.
And He caused me to pass among them round about
And behold there were very many on the surface of the valley
And lo, they were very dry." Ezekiel 37:1-2
I have never experienced the horror of the battlefield. I have been blessed to have been born in a time of relative peace and in a land that has known peace and security within it's borders. I can't begin to understand the carnage of war and the devastation of a battlefield.
But I have read the accounts of those who have. In many cases the horror of the devastation left those witnesses choking on words in a vain attempt to describe the indescribable.
A fifth century Roman historian described the scene of a Roman city that had been sacked by the armies of Attila the Hun.
"The stench of death was so great the we could not stay within the city. We camped outside and away from the city walls to escape it."