The bridge!
With all of your might, you make your way towards the bridge. The soldiers stop shooting -- it seems they have lost sight of you. You brace yourself against the ice cold wooden underside of the structure, wrapping your arms around your child in an attempt to calm him. Miraculously, he is quiet now.
You see the reflections of lights coming from the nearby soldiers. They are agitated -- confused. You hear one of the men approaching closer. He appears to be far away from the others.
You reach down in your pocket with your free hand to reveal a knife taken from your kitchen as the first missiles began to rain down around the town. You glimpse your visage -- torn, scared, and ragged. Should you -- should you do it
?