One. He sprinted away from the post while searching for the most covert spot. Three. He decides which to take, under the wooden bed or inside the tattered closet. He went to the closet but abdul was already there twisting his body to fit himself in. No more room for another. Six. He rushed for the bed gasping his breath. He lied down and went under. His clothes caught the earth’s dirt. He can already see his mother scolding him. Nevermind. Today is playing time. Eight. He took a last glance at the post to ensure that rashid is not cheating. Assured, he waited for the ten. Waited. Waited. Waited.
It never came. The next sound he heard was kumander musa’s wake up call. Like everyone in the barracks, he rose instantly and picked his m16 rifle which is slightly shorter than him. Time to play the real hide and seek; with the 31st platoon of the army.They went outside, assemlbed, and moved. No time to eat breakfast. Lest, the enemy will catch up on them. As they trek the rugged mountains, akmad grinned as he recalls bits of his dream. He relishes these moments for only these bring him the experience of chidhood.
It never came. The next sound he heard was kumander musa’s wake up call. Like everyone in the barracks, he rose instantly and picked his m16 rifle which is slightly shorter than him. Time to play the real hide and seek; with the 31st platoon of the army.They went outside, assemlbed, and moved. No time to eat breakfast. Lest, the enemy will catch up on them. As they trek the rugged mountains, akmad grinned as he recalls bits of his dream. He relishes these moments for only these bring him the experience of chidhood.
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just wish you continued writing here Badz... mishu!
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