I wipe my cheeks and feel them stained with tears. I can feel the pain in my heart as if I were there with them. I take a deep breath and then follow them back out of the house, sticking close to Mom's side. I don't touch her because I don't want to distract her but I keep an eye on her as well to make sure she is okay, she is starting to look drained. This must take a lot of energy physically and emotionally.
When we are outside, I see that other people from the town have come out to see what the noise was. Many of the men, dressed in pajamas, have weapons as well. They all try to protect the mother and child but each one is disarmed and tossed aside, leaving behind weeping wives, girlfriends, children, and other friends and family. The soldiers leave destruction in their path. They mak
