CHAPTER TEN: MISCHIEF

I yawned as I stepped on the track field. It's not the usual track field, you know, because it is also where the warplanes do the landing and takeoff. I think this is what they call airstrip. It is pretty spacious. Five o clock in the morning and the voice of Sergeant Paris woke us all. My bunkmates, who I hadn't asked for names yet, stood in front of me, barely standing on their own feet. 

           The five hundred kids assembled, half asleep on the cemented floor. They stood like zombies and even I, myself, am a little drowsy. I hardly had any sleep at all. I tried my best not to show it. Before us, all stood the scariest soldier in the area. He's probably more than six feet tall, and he looked like he could crush your skull with his bare hands. He's a mountain. And his muscles looked reall