Standing alone shaking, cold with your only possession in the world, one ragged shoe. As it happened the pair was split as your young body tried to get away, but get away from what? When war is all around you, shell casings, arm tanks and screaming adults surround what was once considered your home. What's a home, a safe place with your parents and siblings? Not if you are an adolescent victim of war, home is not the place to stand behind your father as he shields you from harm. Your father is fighting a war, or your father is dead. He may be part of the rubble and debris that was once your "home". You stand there, shaking , alone, cold and aware of the danger that surrounds you but you are a child, what is your option. You think "maybe if I stand here, maybe they will stop, maybe they will see me with my blanket and my dirt smudged tears. Maybe it will end." Maybe.