It's easier to empathize with one man at a time, when there is a guy whose name and back-story I know, like Sotloff and Foley. I feel such sorrow for the torture they endured. However, it wasn't any picnic for the millions of other nameless, faceless souls who've had their heads cut off. Every one of them was loved by family and friends. It all just makes me feel sick and helpless.