I want to beat them, but they are very strong and they have guns. When the battle is over, they gather to talk about their joy of forcing the enemy to retreat or their grief over their mates who fell. Those who fell remain in the painful corners of the hearts and minds of their fellow fighters. But death could not be imagined, and had to be conquered. The dead became martyred, heroes who are blessed and in heaven.
Children know that there, life is full of joy and no children are hurt.
At night, a child buries himself between his parents, terrified of the monsters who might suddenly jump over the wall hunting for their prey. He is shaken awake by his mother. He has wet the bed again. The mother decides to take him to the clinic tomorrow. She made this decision many times, but her son is never home during the day.