Extracts

It was truly a miracle that I was not slain. Yet again, God was watching over me, protecting me from the ills of war. The compression and explosions from the shells shattered windows on nearby buildings, along with the mirrors of all the vehicles in the courtyard. I was left stunned and completely disorientated…

Against my principles, I gave the English-speaking prisoner one of the army ration packs that I carried in case of emergency. He tore open the foil lid and scooped up the pasta and meat with his bare filthy hands, such was his hunger.

With nothing more than a knife and bare hands, which he used to gesticulate his actions, he described how the baby was removed. The woman’s screams and resistance subsiding as she died: the dead baby held high – like a trophy from a sporting event. He laughed as he drew his hands down the front of his uniform indicating how he was covered in the dead baby’s blood, proud of his sadistic achievement…

Livestock lay dead in the surrounding fields, slaughtered along with the population in the frantic unrelenting killing frenzy. Occasionally, a tethered dog would bark, calling for a master who would never return…

Maria’s beautiful long black hair was now covered in dust, as was her pale looking face. I expect I looked much the same. Then, as the reverberation of the explosion subsided, our attention was drawn to a young woman emerging from the dust, running down the street screaming, before collapsing on the ground with her arms and legs flailing uncontrollably.