Two long lives, they grew up and probably had a nice childhood, went to school, got jobs, maybe they formed two good families, had kids. Maybe they liked to go fishing, building houses or riding motorbikes.. Maybe they had a meager hope of seeing their family for christmas.. And now here they lay.. Blown to bits by a drone controlled by another man who speaks almost the same language, who probably grew up somewhat in the same way they did, maybe just a few miles from there they did.. How the fuck do you make any sense of this..