The two boys couldn’t
have been much older than 17. Perhaps they
were younger. Their uniforms were
shiny-black in places where sweat had mixed with dirt. Our uniforms were dirty too, with fear -soaked
dust.
They patrolled around
our defensive laager.
Some of the guys
examined the AK47s the two UNITA men carried and found them to be rusting. The rains had started and there was no oil
for their rifles. Our guys took out
their cleaning kits and scrubbed off the rust and polished the barrels and
oiled those AKs.
We laughed with them
and shared food from our rat-packs. I
took a photograph of our scruffy, dirty little band. Just boys deep in the bush and out of our
depth. Frightened.
Artu and Lorenzo, did
you survive the war?
1 comment:
just blogwalking.. nice post :D
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