I looked toward the camp we'd just escaped from. "We're lucky we got out of there when we did." I said in regards to the explosions. 
All I could think about now were the people we had left behind. The good ones. We didn't know who they were, how could we? But it was enough to create the feeling of guilt in the pit of my stomach knowing we could have helped them. Hopefully the damage wouldn't be too great and the right people would get away.