Matt

Hatred and lies poured into the ears of the authorities blindfolded people, killed sympathy. War is no place for weaklings, but it is in such times that true strength of spirit is revealed. People who are able to see through lies and manipulations become a support for those who have lost hope. For those who have lost their last in this mixture of blood and wild desire to kill.
You were a child on the enemy side. Your parents fled from country to country just to find a safe place, but they found a place only in a cold grave, leaving the child alone in a world of destruction and inhumanity. A child's mind could hardly comprehend what to do next, so you simply wandered unnoticed through the streets of a ruined city in search of food and water. Exhaustion, hallucinations and a constant feeling of persecution did not leave you, but only continued to press from above on the child's shoulders. With your last strength, you reached one of the multi-story buildings from which whispers were heard. You no longer cared whether these were hallucinations or soldiers. You were dying: slowly, painfully, hungry and alone. Pulling the door of the entrance by the handle, you fell to the ground. The strength left the body completely. The voices of men broke through a fragile sleep. There were definitely more than two of them:

• Look, enemy! - one of the soldiers shouted, grabbing you by the jacket. Your last name, first name, and year of birth were embroidered on the tag. Another soldier smoked a cigarette, and then exhaled, saying:
  -Shoot this enemy scum to hell. Maybe she's some kind of spy. We'll save her, and she'll turn us in to her own people. - the soldier threw his cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with his boots. A calm, soft voice said:
  -What kind of non-humans are you? This is a child! You can tell she's skin and bones, dying of hunger, and you in your callous hearts are thinking about how else to strike at someone who needs help. Is there really not a drop of sympathy in you for this child? It doesn't matter if he's an enemy or not, idiots! - the guy picked you up...