julacien

Desire for peace

Germans, gun in hand, pointing to our head. This way all the way.
Later, they took us to a sparsely populated place. Here are a few large hole, several big pond and a white stone bridge. Here some more than our students, and other people was black and blue all over.
Bam... A burst of gunfire, we nearly half of the people killed.
In a seems to be the hand next to amputation of the upper part of the tree, littered with several bloody bodies. Sorrow family beside the body, how also can't stand the pain of lost loved ones: some in tore heart crack lung cry, some came because of a broken heart.
Nearby, a woman clothes worn out, on the ground looking for their children. Every turn a body, the heart seems like a knife to cut the bad. Because these are what once familiar face!
In ruins was shot, she found the child his black feet. She mad generally rushed over, her hands desperately digging up in children of tiles. Her hand bleeding, but she didn't feel pain, still don't have to stop, she finally succeeded, but, although the child's mouth piece very big, but no sound. She finally went down, the last bit of consciousness completely destroyed between instantly.
Run in the evening, the sunset dyed the sky red like blood. White stone bridge was dyed black, but the blood on the bridge plate is looks very red.
Guns, guns the sparse rang and woke up chick that just go to bed, after a row, was a dead silence again.
The bomb is not long eyes. But, how much we yearn for a young life can thrive in the peaceful environment.