One picture froze before my eyes. Sweat dripping from the heat of the flames of burning houses The crunch and crackle of burning buildings. The heart-rending screams of people and the screams of burning animals, the laughter of the damn bastards who call themselves soldiers who caused Ash's house to burn.. His hands are stained with ashes and coal. Red birthday dress with black spots. Grasses from the cart lie at her feet, scattered in front of the girl. Now they are all buried under ashes and smoldering embers. A cold voice behind cuts the silence...