Not one more step, the soldier said.
You must go back. You can’t stay here.
They’re killing little boys! I said.
We can’t go back – you’ve no idea.
They’re killing all the little boys;
we have a boy. We can’t stay there.
Do you have proof of what you say?
It’s really none of our affair.
They’re killing baby boys! I said.
Here is my son. We have to stay.