I turned sixteen last year! So I got my driver’s license and joined the militia.
Over the summer I had to take basic military training. It had a lot of push ups, and sit ups, and uniform and drill and shouting sergeants.
I was told the sergeants shouted in order to weed out people who would break in battle. I don’t understand how that was supposed to work. The enemy didn’t shout at us. He just tried to kill us.
My training ended with the restoration of true democracy during which I was called into active service by (redacted) . I served in (redacted)
(redacted)- I still don’t know if it was rape or not. She didn’t struggle, but maybe that was only because she knew it was hopeless. I didn’t try to save her life in the purge, but she didn’t ask me to. Maybe she just didn’t want to die a virgin. Neither did I.
In the rubble of (redacted) I saw children dying of radiation poisoning. They didn’t cry or moan. Just fell apart. Their hair, their teeth, it was like they were rotting while still alive.
(redacted)- But I didn’t talk. I don’t know why. I had no hope of rescue, and ceased to believe in god and heaven during the first days of the torture. But I didn’t talk. (redacted)
By October the intense fighting was over and General-President Johnson could permit a partial demobilisation. The failure of the previous regime demonstrated the danger of allowing non-solders to dominate the economy, and so the land of the nation was redistributed as grants to the patriotic freedom fighters.
I have the power to take; lives; women; wealth, but I’m really super excited to learn to create. I will work hard in shop and home ecc and art, just please accept me as a normal student, don’t force me to force you. I’m tired of being a monster hero.
©2012 Noah Graham