I don’t know how long I have been out maybe a couple of hours a day, I look around while lying on the ground.
“They’re all dead all of them.” I question
A man only five meters away from me is still breathing
“Hello.” I ask “Hello.” “Are you all right?”
He turns over and his wounds become obvious, a steel rod has gone straight through him his face burned beyond recognition
“What happened?” I ask
“I don’t know.” The solider said
He breathed his last
I am stuck out here no idea what happened or where I am. I can hear another person not a solider but a child he spoke in Arabic and ran away. It wasn’t worth him coming back I try to get up but realize my wounds I cant feel my legs at all I slap them I don’t feel it. This is the beginning to a long journey. i can hear a noise cars a whole convoy they rise above the horison the army inside the cars one person looks familiar the boy.

