#review #Arthur #shortstory #Little_letter
Little Letter
I have been running around with my boots now. They are torn, and if you look below, you can see my sole. My sole has been bleeding since yesterday, but I am scared to tell this to our Commander or he will never let me fight. I can remember that when I came here, I had no boots. Only a small torn slipper, and on one foot. I was marching down the line to see where I can get water, but did not find it anywhere. I have no memory back. No memory. I heard only a scream, and a sound that made me deaf. My ears bled then, cause I could feel the warm liquid pouring out my ears. The huge sound was like twelve elephants getting grinded in a deep well. The next morning when I woke up, I had too much pain on my neck. The whole area. It was paining very much.
" Asshole move forward!"
I have to keep moving forward or else our enemy can hole us with bullets of different sizes. Don't call me any name, I have no name. Cause if you give me a name, you can cry when I am dead. Remembering my name. So you cannot cry and remember me much if I have no name. A huge sound like a bomb I heard near. I remember this sound. It is much loud than the bomb which I heard yesterday. My friend, Zumbu had a bloody leg. He said his legs is hurting so much that he should cut it off. Zumbu is a nice boy, more dark than me but very nice. He gave me Mohambo fishes. He tied my cap and my boot lace. Zumbu died yesterday. I stared when the ants he was killing in the morning was eating his dead nose. Our commander shotbhim and burnt him. Our group then marched. Not like our village where we had to wait for a bury the dead in the ground. Zumbu was not buried. The wild ants and wolves ate him. Maybe they will eat me too. But I do not want to feel so pain. My leg is broken, my head hurts, my eyes burns. Our Commander is now on the trench with his old two eyes. He calls it binocular. It is a small toy to see far things. I am now writing all this under the big banana leaf. This leaf I laid down on Zumbu's face. In the forest I have eaten the flesh of jungle rabbit, porcupine and monkey. I never ate them, but they were good.
" When you fight, forget you are a human. Be the beast of this jungle. Be the lion. If they shoot you, you shoot them in their mouth. You shoot so they scream and die in the blood you will taste. Do you listen to me Momba? " Our Commander say this to me.
I only asked him once, " We kill and lie on blood and mud Commanda. Will after death we will lie on this too? "
The commandar did not answer. He is too busy with his two eyes toy. I know, how many people I killed, is bad. So bad, that when I will be killed, I can never leave the blood and mud. The warm mud which will smell fresh after the rain. I wish the banana leaf on my face to not hurt my eyes with the sun, because I want my eyes to rest when I die. I am seeing for too long. Commander calls. Bye Zumbu.
Little Letter
I have been running around with my boots now. They are torn, and if you look below, you can see my sole. My sole has been bleeding since yesterday, but I am scared to tell this to our Commander or he will never let me fight. I can remember that when I came here, I had no boots. Only a small torn slipper, and on one foot. I was marching down the line to see where I can get water, but did not find it anywhere. I have no memory back. No memory. I heard only a scream, and a sound that made me deaf. My ears bled then, cause I could feel the warm liquid pouring out my ears. The huge sound was like twelve elephants getting grinded in a deep well. The next morning when I woke up, I had too much pain on my neck. The whole area. It was paining very much.
" Asshole move forward!"
I have to keep moving forward or else our enemy can hole us with bullets of different sizes. Don't call me any name, I have no name. Cause if you give me a name, you can cry when I am dead. Remembering my name. So you cannot cry and remember me much if I have no name. A huge sound like a bomb I heard near. I remember this sound. It is much loud than the bomb which I heard yesterday. My friend, Zumbu had a bloody leg. He said his legs is hurting so much that he should cut it off. Zumbu is a nice boy, more dark than me but very nice. He gave me Mohambo fishes. He tied my cap and my boot lace. Zumbu died yesterday. I stared when the ants he was killing in the morning was eating his dead nose. Our commander shotbhim and burnt him. Our group then marched. Not like our village where we had to wait for a bury the dead in the ground. Zumbu was not buried. The wild ants and wolves ate him. Maybe they will eat me too. But I do not want to feel so pain. My leg is broken, my head hurts, my eyes burns. Our Commander is now on the trench with his old two eyes. He calls it binocular. It is a small toy to see far things. I am now writing all this under the big banana leaf. This leaf I laid down on Zumbu's face. In the forest I have eaten the flesh of jungle rabbit, porcupine and monkey. I never ate them, but they were good.
" When you fight, forget you are a human. Be the beast of this jungle. Be the lion. If they shoot you, you shoot them in their mouth. You shoot so they scream and die in the blood you will taste. Do you listen to me Momba? " Our Commander say this to me.
I only asked him once, " We kill and lie on blood and mud Commanda. Will after death we will lie on this too? "
The commandar did not answer. He is too busy with his two eyes toy. I know, how many people I killed, is bad. So bad, that when I will be killed, I can never leave the blood and mud. The warm mud which will smell fresh after the rain. I wish the banana leaf on my face to not hurt my eyes with the sun, because I want my eyes to rest when I die. I am seeing for too long. Commander calls. Bye Zumbu.