The bad men came at night.
Mommy tried to hide from them, but they dragged her away into the darkness and made her scream. They tossed her dead, naked body into the bushes when they were done with her.
Daddy tried to fight them, but they shot him dead in the street. I remember thinking that he came apart just as easily as my action figures had when I was playing with them.
Then the good men came.
They wore tan and green clothes and talked in a funny language. After a lot of yelling and loud noises, they killed the bad men.
When they found me, I was scared, but then I looked into their eyes and realized they were too. I didn’t understand a word they said, but they put aside their guns and played with me for a little bit until I was brave enough to come out of hiding.
Now I can speak their language. I live with them, in the land they call free. Some of the same men are my friends.
Some of their friends are not so nice, though. They say I’m a danger to everyone else and like to yell, “Go home! This is a land of God!”
The bad men never really left. They’re here in the land of the free too, but instead of hating in the name of my God, they do it in the name of theirs.
The bad men are here, and they want to send me back - back to where mommy and daddy died that night.