You drift into a deep sleep.
Some time later, you feel your baby toss and turn. You look outside -- dawn has arrived -- and with it the rumbling of nearby tanks.
You crouch in fear -- but as the tanks pass by you recognize the military colours of your people. You walk into the encroaching sunlight, waving your hand at the machines. One of them stops and a man wearing a red cross on his arm climbs out.
You think to before this horrifying night — the happiness present in the village, the joy of starting a new chapter with him and our child. He was taken from you — to become a soldier and protect the land from imminent war. Where was he now? Was he dead? The thought of it kills you inside.
The mass-slaughter claimed countless lives, but there is still hope on the horizon -- you and your child are some of the few who survived. Will the echoes of that night be remembered
?
Repeated?
All you can do is hope for a better tomorrow -- a brighter future for the next generation.