The Jungle and The Law

It was a hot morning, when somebody came and announced the terrifying news. “Please
evacuate because the rebellion is arousing in the community. This quiet place turned into a disaster. It
is quiet terrible knowing the news. We evebtually came home from ourfarm to pack our things and
move to a safer place. But I didn't come with them. I haye koving. Aside from that our living is here
and Iam oblige to do the pastoral of our domesticated animals. I will not move from that reason. I hate
the rebellion. But everything settled.
It was a peaceful night and I was about to go to sleep but a sudden bang awakes me! “Come
with is and see the truth”. There was a conversation of objection between me and them, but was forced
because they are armed. I was bring in an hidden rancho. There were young people like m, trained and
also armed with guns. I hated them and even loathed this situation, because of them Martial law
declared.
Starry night I was wondering and pondering, if my family knows my situation. My friends. I
dont want to hold a gun growing up. I want a peaceful life. But someone dit besides me “It is also hard
for us to left home, but we have to. The Martial Law is torture for us. We dont want to die without
fighting. Kill those weak people, scare them and let them suffer. If we will not make a move today, who
will do it for is? I hope you understand. Open your eyes and see the thruth. We didn't start, we just want
to end it”. I was dumbfounded. They are right.
Months have pass and I am learning to hold, fire and operate a gun through them. Train hard
and accept the vision and mission of the group, called as the new people's army, governments number
one enemy. We was assigned to ambush the barracks of military, I was one of those people who leads
the group. One mission, to get many guns as many as we can. The next thing we knew, we are
exchanging bullets with them. As the fire holds the guns, my company decide to withdraw without
knowing I was left behind tge battke field. I lost my hope knowing I was in the territory of the warriors
alone.
One bullet per person thats my target. I need to create strategy if I want to survive. An strategy
that is more than enough to my company to know i wasn't with them. For an hour I was hoping and
praying for reinforcement. And atlas they came. This happening is one of my most unforgettable
memories in the field it is not just a battle between the military but also a battle for me to survive.
This serves as my lesson. We should never give up interms of difficulties that life gave us. It is
a battke of life and death situation its either we win or we learn, we earn or we lose. After all Martial is
not all bout the painful memories we had it is also all about teaching us in a brutal way. That we need
this not to create history but to defeat procrastination.