I've followed, as I promised in your verification post.
Losing family or friends is always difficult to adjust to - but what of when you are losing an entire nation of compatriots? What of when you look back in time and see what a glorious past they have had, inspiring all of Mankind, and now, for reasons I still cannot understand, I am forced to face the fact that it is likely my country, my homeland, will effectively die even before I do.
Thousands of years of history wiped out because of people who hate themselves so much they had to destroy an entire planet. I almost wish I had not lived long enough to learn of what is happening (I'm 74).
The worst of it? I had not realised how much I love my country until I learnt that I am watching its death throes. It is weird how it is not necessary to love any individuals of a culture to love what they represent.

I'm sorry, but your sadness touched me and it overcame my usual reserve; I prefer to lick my wounds on my own, but this time the loss is just so huge!