I stood before the ruins.
A small sound falls on my ears.
Such a small sound.
A child.
Sobbing,
but trying so hard not to be heard.
I step inside and look around.
Dirt and dust everywhere.
Broken beams and walls.
In the midst of it,
I find the child.
She is dirty,
and the trace of her tears
run tracks down her face.
Her dress is torn
and her shoes are missing.
Her feet are bleeding.
Her heart is bleeding.
I fight my way to her,
determined to help her.
I pick her up
and hold her dear and tight.
And thus begins the fight.

Okay bearg, I know it's really bad, but there's my two cents for the day.