This is a horrific tragedy, and I feel for everyone affected. I am compelled to post, but what is there to say? Word's haven't been invented to capture or convey the horror of an unknown number of dead kids. I went to La Junta until 13, and the memories I have from there are among the best of my childhood. My brothers did, too, and my sister went to Camp Mystic. Had timing been different, it could have been one of us who was swept away in a flood, leaving behind grieving parents and the lingering, unanswerable question of why.
I guess the one thing that might give some solace is that in the worst of tragedies we often see the best of men. It won't be from a politician. It will be from people there, doing what they can, at sacrifice or peril to themselves. You are already hearing allusions to it. How some of the counselors managed to guide their campers to safety. How posters here will be on their way to help in the recovery. Keep those stories coming, because they are the light in a time of darkness.