The racket of the guns, the blazing of the fires.We know the day has been won, but the end is not desired.
Dragging the fearfull out of their homes, taking them through the streets and leading them out, through the countryside to where no one will know, to the place where no one can hear their scared shouts.
The screams of victory, the cries of the women. All I can hear are the cries of depair, hell is my day-to-day living.
A mother holding her child, we close ranks and find her. I remember the pointing, the jeering and the open fire.
What have we won? We have only lost, all our humanity with little or no cost.
Children, man and women, both young and old. One day their stories will be retold.
My squad act happy, but all I can see, is the death of many all around me.
One final person remains, a young girl no less, and against the hard wall she is pressed.
The laughter starts again, she is knocked to the ground. All of the men gather around.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with tears, but I can see this girl holds no fear. Even when the gun is aimed at her, the trigger pulled, the sudden bag ringing through the silence.
I have been broken, I have lost.
I am only able to realise this now, when the girls breathing stopped and I was left the childless father....