I could. There are many. They are gruesome. Worse are the videos in our mind that nobody should ever have to see. I could hold up pictures of babies lying dead next to their mothers. Brothers and sisters. Ed ed to toddlers and infants together. Their skin is blue that is tragically familiar from chemical weapons scenes. Their eyes are open and lifeless. White foam bubbles from their mouths and noses. Pictures of dead syrians that are not soldiers, people that are not armed. People who are the very definition of innocent and nonthreatening. Women and children, hiding in basements from a renewed assault by bashar alassad. Families that were hiding underground to escape his conventional bombs and artillery. But the basements that syrian families thought would shelter them from conventional bombs were the worst place to be when chemical weapons fell from the sky. And saturday evening the basements of douhma became their tombs. Dozens are dead that we know of and hundreds are wounded. I cou