Writing 101, Day Two: Choose a place to which you’d like to be transported if you could — and tell us the backstory.
“Would you look at that? Ain’t that something?” I asked Alvin, rhetorically. As anticipated, he peered through the small excuse of a window panel to this left. I surveyed his face and was oddly pleased to see him overwhelmed by complete and utter awe. His mouth was slightly agape, as though he was halfway through an incredulous gasp. His eyes were brightly lit by wonderment. “All my life, and I have never seen such a vision back home,” I commented, snapping him out of his reverie.
“Yeah, this is like the mother of all skies!” he said. Not a very eloquent descriptor for this vista, I suppose. But yeah, I could see where he was coming from. “Holy shit, you can actually see the moon as well!” he further exclaimed. I shifted my gaze back towards the tiny glass window to my right.
Sure enough, I noticed the gibbous moon basking in the last light. I contemplated our current predicament. We had been cooped up in this armoured vehicle for the past hour or so. There was barely any leg room for either of us as we were seated, knee to knee, across from each other. There was a considerable sized radio-signal set between us and another pair of poor souls. In the front compartment, the driver was sprawled in his seat awaiting his next instructions. Abreast him, was the most morose one of us all. He has been in a ‘stand to’ position with half his body out through the top hatch of the vehicle and hands steadily gripping onto the machine gun. It was last light. The point right between darkness and light. And at that very moment, the sky was just the epitome of that.
“Screw it guys, let’s get out. I want to bring home photos of myself in this back-drop,” I called out.
“But Sarge, it’s last light. We’re not allowed to leave this fucking vehicle!” Alvin responded, indignantly.
“Come on, we’ve been through hell today and you guys need a break. Besides, all of you are my charges and this is a direct order!”
In unison, they swiftly yelled “Yes Sergeant,” knowing full well that I had to issue that order to protect them from the plausible culpability. We then clambered out of our cage, overcome with relief and joy from stretching our limbs to their full extent. Following which, six camera enabled cellphones were immediately extricated from the various pockets. Continue reading