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Every time I passed a dead body, I would switch her to the other shoulder.It was early in the morning when the military came. I woke up to a big sound that sounded like a bomb blast. Cannabis In this house we smoke it poster. Then the shooting started and everyone was screaming. We ran for our lives. It was dark and there were people running all around us. It only took us thirty minutes to get to safety because our village is close to the border. But then some of us decided to go back. There were five of us. We were curious. We wanted to see what happened to the others. We crawled on our stomachs to the top of a hill, and looked down at our village.