The night was dark…….unusually dark. No moon and no stars tonight.
A faint and distant whistle reached my ears. It was time! We had prepared for weeks on end. Tonight was the night! It was now or never. Faintly, another whistle, I quietly crawled out of my bed, there was no need to wake them. They would ask questions and I was ready to answer any. I quickly pulled on my faded blue denim jeans. I grabbed my wind breaker from the wall. I put on my gloves and picked up my racksack and heaved it onto my back. This is it! (pun intended) I was going . I opened the dor and walked out of my room for the last time without even taking a final glance. As I reached the front door, I had a movement within the house, if they found out, my chances of making it to the whistler would be trashed. I slid out of the door quietly and locked it again.
I managed to sneak out of the house in a record 7 mins 27 seconds without switching on any light.
The chill and slight drizzle welcomed me into the pick balck night. I shoved my gloved hands into my pockets and I walked away from home. I reached the hilltop without incident and when I looked at the house that had been home to me for 19 years, I stifled back a tear. I missed home!
I summoned my courage and walked towards the blinking lights…..our signal. The truck had come. We were now fighters. As I neared the truck, I hear muffled voices and even recognized some. Jeff and Richard had come too. The big uniformed guy, he had told us to call him ‘Genera’, signalled us to board the truck. The journey had begun.
They said we were the young blood that would clean the country of its misdeeds. With nothing but hope, we followed them.
To be continued…..