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The GuardianI still see his face. The tears streaming down his cheeks, the look of terror in his eyes.His arm is reaching out for me, screaming for help. I hear the electrical charge start up to trigger the explosives on his vest. There is only a millisecond to reach him before the explosion.The vest starts to swell, the C-4 inside is combusting. Fire consumes the boy, no morethan 8 years old and he is killed only a fraction of a second before I could reach him. The blastblows me back into the building across the street, the force mixed with my body weight throwsme through the concrete wall.³No, no, no!´ I rise to my feet pushing the broken concrete from my body. I beginrunning to the remains of the car, hoping against everything that a miracle has kept the boy alive.³No! Where are you! This can¶t be happening!´ Frantically I try to find the boy, siftingthrough the red hot metal. My hand runs across a cloth, it is part of the boys shirt, burned andfrayed, I know he is dead. Staring at the green cloth in my hand I fall to my knees.A new feeling rushes over me, a feeling of weakness. My arms, my legs are too heavy tolift, even with all my strength. An emptiness forms in my stomach, a giant gaping hole that iseating at me causing an unbearable pain.³AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!´ My scream shakes the glass in the surroundingbuildings, several panes cracking. ³I couldn¶t make it, I couldn¶t save him,´ I can¶t move, I canonly stare at this little piece of cloth in my hand, the piece of that little boy, the one I couldn¶tsave.³Guardian, are you ok?´ A citizen says as they walk up behind me. Their hand reachesout and touches my shoulder. Her hand is shaking, her heart beat has risen, she is scared.³Leave me alone.´ The words are barely audible to the human.