Day 5

I will never forget that empty village. It has burned an imprint in my memory
forever. The bleeding, sprawled bodies on the ground.
They had done nothing, they were innocent; but they
were dead. But even more nerve-rattling then
this was the two people I found in the jungle, scarred by violence.
Or should I say children... scarred by violence.

The Revolutionary Army now looks much better in my eyes.
Before, I thought villager's lives would not change wether the loyalists
or the revolutionaries were in power. Now though, my outlook on this has
changed. I saw Captain Mendoza's grief, though hidden, when he saw
the murdered villagers and the mortally wounded
children. There are some good people in this army.
Even though this army doesn't have as much money
as the loyalists, if it comes in power, at least these
thoughtless killings will cease.

When I stumbled upon the two children in the forest, the first feeling I felt
was sorrow. Sorrow at how this 43rd war could effect even this girl and
newborn. Sorrow at how pitiful they looked, how desperate. But later on,
after hearing about the American mission, I had hope. If the
revolutionaries win this war, then maybe there can be even more
American missions here, more people like Magdelena and Manolete
being treated. If only we win this war.

I now have a complete and unbridled hate for loyalists. They are the scum
of the Universe. After seeing what they do to innocent people, I cannot see
how God has put them on this Earth. All of them should rot in the
deepest bowels of hell. And, most importantly, next time I see a
Loyalist, I will pull the trigger.


Image from: http://www.odi.org.uk/hpg/images/child_soldier_congo.jpg