Heartbroken

I am a final year medical student and I live in Bangladesh. Today in a city named uttara it's near our capital Dhaka, a fighter jet crashed into a school playground. This plane caught on fire mid air after just 6 min take off. The pilot is dead he made a bold decision. Where the plane crashed it had community malls, house, and most importantly patrolium and gas filling stations near with one of the most busiest roads of the city. The pilot sacrifice his life crashed into playground where least people were present. But the crack part of plane after crashing went right into one of school buildings and fire started. Fire came under control within hrs but more than 200 people injured around 100 peoples died and 70-80% of them were school children. It's traumatic. Looking into all those children pain and I no we can't do anything. A 8th grade child age around 13/14 died and we can't contact his parents. They were maybe wondering around hospital hoping their children would be alive not knowing anything. So heartbreaking can't take it anymore. I wanted to be a doctor to save life never thought I would we so many deaths in my 1st years. Except for doing 1st aids I am no help at all. Can't forget it at all. Can't sleep