Excerpt From Kana Freeman's Poem 'Boot Camp To Battle'
Boot Camp to Battle
By Kana Freeman
My boots are covered in mud as I walk with my comrades. Most of them joined to honor this country. I can’t say the same for me. This land is at war with itself. My home is at war with me. Even if I win. If we win. My home will never be the same. My home is the land. When this war started I had no home. No home in particular anyway. I was homeless, no food no money. I joined for a job. Not because I want to honor this country. “You men have been recruited to hold the front lines of warfare” my instructor yells.
Two weeks later
I stare at the crack in between my feet and try not to look up. I get sea sick easily. The last two weeks have been more miserable than any experience in my life. My face has many cuts from training. My hands are the same. The guns have blades at end of them. Like spears. We were forced to fight with them and with each other for practice. That’s how I got most of my injuries. Never to the death though. …show more content…
I’m worried about the lack of food and fresh water. “You all right, Sam?”, my friend Tom asks. “Yes” I say. “How long are we going to be on this ship?”. “Beats me,” I confess. “Three weeks at the most,” I predict. One week later
Waves splash against the side of the ship rocking it back and forth. Me and the crew are all so hungry. My suspicion was right. We’re running out of food. Three men must share one slice of stale bread. Some are thinking of eating their boots. Some cut of bits of their lips for bait to fish with poor results.
This man his name was Max. He found a dead rat under his bunk. Unfortunately, his upper bunkmate saw what Max had found. They both saw it as a source of food and got in a fight. Max was choked to death. The man who did it was thrown off the ship, meaning he
By Kana Freeman
My boots are covered in mud as I walk with my comrades. Most of them joined to honor this country. I can’t say the same for me. This land is at war with itself. My home is at war with me. Even if I win. If we win. My home will never be the same. My home is the land. When this war started I had no home. No home in particular anyway. I was homeless, no food no money. I joined for a job. Not because I want to honor this country. “You men have been recruited to hold the front lines of warfare” my instructor yells.
Two weeks later
I stare at the crack in between my feet and try not to look up. I get sea sick easily. The last two weeks have been more miserable than any experience in my life. My face has many cuts from training. My hands are the same. The guns have blades at end of them. Like spears. We were forced to fight with them and with each other for practice. That’s how I got most of my injuries. Never to the death though. …show more content…
I’m worried about the lack of food and fresh water. “You all right, Sam?”, my friend Tom asks. “Yes” I say. “How long are we going to be on this ship?”. “Beats me,” I confess. “Three weeks at the most,” I predict. One week later
Waves splash against the side of the ship rocking it back and forth. Me and the crew are all so hungry. My suspicion was right. We’re running out of food. Three men must share one slice of stale bread. Some are thinking of eating their boots. Some cut of bits of their lips for bait to fish with poor results.
This man his name was Max. He found a dead rat under his bunk. Unfortunately, his upper bunkmate saw what Max had found. They both saw it as a source of food and got in a fight. Max was choked to death. The man who did it was thrown off the ship, meaning he