Helen sat on her knees and cried. She finally, after a few minutes, could lift herself off the ground to find her father.
She walked around, her cheeks were tears stained, and her eyes were red from crying. About a quarter mile from where her mother had been, she saw her father's form, laying motionless on the ground. Cold, stiff... Lifeless. Her crying turned from a sob, to a horrific scream as she ran to his side. "Not y-you t-too!!!" She cried trough her tears. She shook his body, his arm was gone, completely blown off by the bomb. His skin was stained red from the bleeding from the cuts on his arms. "Please..." Was all she could say before she threw herself to the ground and cried. Cried harder than she had in her entire life.