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I thought I would die. But after an hour or two, I couldn’t tell, because time seemed to stop, I saw the same sweet face walking through the door. Amy. Amy stood in a navy dress, her shoulder was exposed and still red from the blood. But she didn’t show any sign of pain. She was happy to see me and even my uncle was in a better mood. That moment I realised that everything had been taken from me. My friends, my family, my school, my home town. Everything. And all I had was my uncle and Amy, but I knew that would be enough.
I’m not a hero of this story, I didn’t do anything heroic. It was my uncle. He saved us and put his life at risk multiple times to help save others. There are no winners in war. Just people who choose to help others regardless of the side or army they belong to. My Uncle is one of those people. He saved us. He is the true hero.