High above them, American warplanes rained hell, for no reason. Fear rose in her throat and she wanted to vomit. She looked around frantically, searching for shelter, anything, anywhere, so long as there was something over her head. She ran, not knowing where.

Then it was suddenly dark, as though the sun had died. She stopped and looked around. She was in a building, someone's home. She knew she was trying to find something but she didn't know what. Then she saw her. Laying just a few feet away was a dead woman. She had been pregnant. Her stomach ripped open as though someone had carelessly attempted to remove her unborn child. The baby lay a few feet away, the umbilical cord still attached.