The one with the smell of burning flesh..

I was in some sort of concentration camp or something along those lines, but I wasn't a prisoner. I was somehow allowed in to take pictures and walk the grounds so I could go back and report on the demands of the captors. I was in a different country, as the people spoke with accents, but I am not sure where it was.
The day was pretty bleak, looks like it had rained the day before, as everything was freshly wet and slightly muddy. I could hear some crying off in the distance, but for the most part the place was eerily silent. I was walking with a guard when suddenly I heard shouting, and fighting broke out. People were running, there was some shooting and the guard pushed me to the ground. I tried to get up, as I had seen a group of kids who looked to be no older then 6 or 7 being led by another boy who was about 12. He was holding the hand of a younger boy when the guards tried to rip them apart. I guessed they were brothers, as the older wouldn't let go. They were both kneeling on the ground, and the younger one began to cry. I watched as the guards doused both in gasoline, and began screaming as I saw the guard light a match. The older boy told the younger one to close his eyes and not be afraid. He then looked at me and told me not to cry, that they would be alright. As the guard lit them on fire, I saw as they held each other tightly, but they never said another word. I sat there and cried, and I could smell everything.
When I woke up, the thing I remember vividly were the cool, clear gray eyes of the older boy.