An armed conflict. Outside in a field by a house. The opponent army enters our territory. They are uniformed, yellow and red, men and women, each carrying a gun. They are meeting us kind of unprepared. In plain cloth. But I'm ready to defend, and while I face a uniformed woman holding her gun to my head, and me raising my bare fists, we get aware there are children. They are everywhere between us adults who are ready to kill each other. Everybody's children, regardless of friend or foe. I know she feels them like I do.
My female opponent lowers her gun, starts to weep, throws it away. I'm weeping with her, side by side, our heads sunk in our arms.