He hauled the wounded over his shoulder. He had been shot, the precious diamond in his pocket. Many lives had been lost in pursuit of that dirty stone, women raped, children maimed. Amid gunshots and bombings they had travelled miles to find it.They met rebel child soldiers and slayed them. He killed the colonel who was sponsoring him in his search of the stone and who had them at gun point minutes ago. With a whole nation comprising of refugees and rebels, everyone wanted the stones. They would betray friends for it, take hundreds of lives in cold blood. It was amidst all this that they had set in search of this jewel.One was making the other find it in exchange for the safety of his family. They eventually found it,a stone for one and a son for the other.And then the first one was shot, the precious diamond in his pocket. The other saw he had been wounded. He moved towards him, emotionless. He could  have the diamond and his son both. You hope he
doesn't kill him for the stone. You've seen all the blood shed over it and you can't take it any more.You long for a glimpse of humanity and kindness. You can't accept there is no goodness in the world. You pray silently...please don't do this.
And just when you are about to lose all faith in mankind, he hauls him over his shoulder and tries to take him to safety.