I remember when I wake up early in the morning of 1985; I was at most nine years old. My mother cooked breakfast for the whole family every morning. After she finished cooking we sit around a small table and ate together. After finished eating my brother, sister and their two friends designed to go play in the garden near our hut. I wanted to go badly with them, but my brother won't let me go because I was little.

They quietly stepped out of the house without letting me know where they were going. However, I observed when my brother walked out of the hut he told my sister and their friends to be shushed! I slowly try to follow them to the garden, when my brother saw me and he turned back to scream at me, he said, "You can not go with us you have to stay home with mother and the younger brother." I cried, I walked back the house and I stay with my mom and my younger brothers. I still want to go with them, but I did not no which direction they went to.

After they left about 30 minutes I already forget about them and try to play with my brothers around the hut. As we played around not worrying about anything all sudden, I hard the bomb exploded BOOM! The villagers got paranoid because the bomb blew up in the direction of my brother, sister, and their friends went to. My parents also concerned about my brother and sister and decided to join the village on the search.

The whole village separated and looked around for my sister, brother, and their friends near the stream. Finally, they found them near the river and three of them were laying on the grasses they badly injured tragically one of them dead. My brother and sister got hit and lost their conscious, and one of their friend still alive, but in serious condition. I learned that both of their friends were our cousin, they related to my father side of the family.

I was the one saw when the villager held my brother and sister into the house and laid them down. They lose a lot of blood and there is no hope because we do not have doctor in the village to take care of them. Many people came over and everybody cries so heard. Everybody thought that they are not going to make it because the blood is not stopped bleeding.

After a long thought of what to do my parents designed to take my brother and sister to the hospital that is far a way from village. In the village there is nobody has the car to take them to the hospital and my parents have to carry my brother and sister and walked from my village to the next. For abut an hour to reach the bus to take them to the hospital. It takes 4 hours for my brother and sister to get to the hospital. They stay there for almost one month after they recover my parents pick them and brought them home.

When they got home they looked very skinny and pale, but healthy and pappy to be alive. The bad thing is they are got scar my brother had a big scar on his shoulder and my sister had all over her face and the fingers. But they very lucky they don't lose anything on there face or there finger everything they has it normal.