The carts slowly disappeared beyond the entrance of Unit 50 while dust rose heavily behind them.
Cries echoed through the streets long after the soldiers had already left.
Women ran after the carts barefoot, screaming the names of their sons while soldiers shoved them away without mercy.
"My son!"
"Please bring him back!"
"He is only seventeen!"
One elderly woman collapsed directly onto the ground while beating her chest repeatedly.
"They are taking my only child away!" she cried brokenly. "How am I supposed to live now?"
Nearby, a young girl clung desperately to her older brother's arm while soldiers dragged him toward the carts.
"Brother! Don't leave me!"
Her voice broke completely from crying.
The young man looked back helplessly while trying to pull free.
"Take care of Mother!" he shouted desperately before a soldier slammed him forward again.
Another woman held onto a soldier's sleeve with trembling hands.
