I walk into the camp and a stale smell carries over throughout the air. I see a skinny figure standing, a man. His stomach so small and tight his ribs are poking through. A wave of silence hits the men lying down as my figure becomes seen to them. Guilt runs through my veins when I see the pain that these men have been through. Guilt that I could not save them earlier, and that they have suffered. With all of their bold eyes looking up on me I feel finally as if I have done some good with my life, I rescued them.