People ran in all directions. The sky was black from smoke and the planes whirred over us like winged devils. We heard another scream, and saw another flash of bright light, another cloud. Another bomb…I was running as fast as I could beside what was left of my family. The tears that were going down my face were unstoppable. We ran harder. I gasped in pain as my shoe sole tore and the hard concrete ground scraped my soft foot.

I couldn’t stop now. We kept running. Oh, how I hated war. We came to the abandoned city square. It was horrible. Blood now washed the paved stones and the fountain was cracked, only a dribble of dirty water trickling down its lost beauty.

A child was hunched next to its mother’s body. She had brown hair, straggled over her thin face. She looked up, and her glare pierced me. She had spectacular hazel eyes. I knew what I had to do.

I ran up to the child, and tore her away from the body. Gasping from the weight, I ran, glad I could save a shining light of life in this misery.