"Daddy, what's going on?" asks a black haired boy looking up at a tall, bold man through the crowd of people gathered at the red wall in Moscow.

People are screaming, there is panic everywhere, it's chaotic. Soldiers are standing around the crowd, preventing anyone from leaving as children are being taken away from parents and put on a big bus at the front.

A tear runs down the old man's face as he answers his son "I'm sorry Jack. We thought you were inactive. I'm sorry"

The boy is very confused. His dad was a strong man, he never cried and he never whispered. He always spoke in a clear voice. Why was he sorry, what's inactive?

His thoughts were interrupted when his mother pulled him closer to herself. Her face was already wet, her tears were rolling down her face and landing in Jack's spiky hair. His mother was a beautiful woman, but at that moment she looked scary with running mascara and a sad face. Sad didn't suit her, or dad. But the boy didn't think much of it. It was common knowledge that parents overreacted, maybe that's what it was.

In less then a minute Jack was pulled away from his crying parents by a soldier as they screamed and tryed to pull him back, but it wasn't happening. The last thing Jack heard from his dad was

"Its all our fault"

Then there were two gunshots, and at the time Jack did not know that that was the last time he would ever see the sky, even though it was so grey, or the people, even though they were so sad, or Russia, even though it was so chaotic.

Many boys were inspected one by one in a large hall, but only Jack got to leave the room, as far as he knew.

Now he knows that they all got to go home that day. All got to eat dinner, all got to go outside to play the next day. Jack was the only one who never saw the sky again.