Tears drippped from Amber's face. She prayed that her mother hadn't died. As the smoke cleared, a figure appeared. A fimiliar figure. Slowly, all the smoke cleared until the sight of Amberr's mother couldn't be clearer. Warm, sticky blood ran from her chest and no breathing was in motion. No! Please don't let it be! Oh curse you horrible war. Curse you Germans... erupted Amber in her pain filled head. Then the sadness got the better got the better of her and salty tears started pouring from her eyes. "Please someone...help." whispered Amber closing her tear filled eyes...