Curled up on the cold concrete floor he looked with hopeful eyes towards the small doorway in his little straw house. His mother was supposed to be bringing food home and maybe even a new toy for him to play with. The warm summer rain was pelting down on the roof as the gunfire roared in the background, his village had been drawn into battle many days ago and it was doubtful that the battle would end soon.
The small door burst open as soldiers ran inside and used the walls as cover from the flying bullets. The boy hurried out of the way to protect himself. The sky was becoming darker as the smoke from guns and explosions rose to the air. The soldiers that had taken cover in his house were hunched over on the floor, trying to un jam their guns that had become full of mud and rocks. The curious boy crawled towards the men in hopes that they could give him some food.
For many minutes he looked at the men and wondered why they had decided to start fighting in his home. The bigger of the me