Screams of terror, loud cracks, the walls falling down on you, gunfire, the feeling of blood.. That was all you could remember.

It was supposed to be a normal Tuesday at school. You were supposed to fall asleep during Math, play tic-tac-toe with your seatmate during history, then have lunch with your friends. But everything went downhill the second the sirens alarmed everyone what was happening. You were scared, terrified even. And who wouldn't? You were just a child, and you had no idea what was happening. You heard gunshots, explosions and before you knew it, you were stuck under a collapsed wall, the only limb that you were able to move was your left hand. He wanted to cry, to scream but the pain was keeping you from it. You felt blood flowing through your open wound on your head and you passed out.

Voices. You heard Faint voices and your eyes slowly opened.

"I see another one!" a man's voice yelled, but to you it was like a soft breeze of wind. The voices got closer and you felt the rubble lighten. Someone was moving it and before you knew it, you saw light and a few faces. Soldiers, and not one. They immediately began to pull you out of the rubble carefully to not damage your spine. You looked up at the one that was talking to you.

"Hey, kid, you hear me? You get what I'm sayin'? Try to communicate with us, in any way. You're gonna be fine, you're still alive, we'll take care of you.." a dark skinned soldier spoke. You noticed the British flag on his cap. His voice sounded like soft whispers from a mother that was trying to comfort her crying toddler. His touch was gentle on your skin, you felt safe.