Today I was recruited to the army of the revolutionaries. I was taken away from my family to train to be a soldier. The officials here are very strict, and I haven’t been able to keep up with their demanding expectations. On the first day of training, they’ve already taught us how to hold our gun, clean it, reload it, and a bunch of commands. The training facility is in the middle of the jungle, and the facilities are horrible. To be honest, I hate it here, and though I might be alone with this, I would really like to break out. We are served just enough food so we don’t starve, and my stomach is dying in between meals. Ignacio is already starting to like being a soldier, and is being brainwashed by the revolutionary soldiers. I just wish I could go back one day and stay with my family. This place is not safe. If we get sick, the loyalists can kill us. If we fight in a battle, the loyalists could kill us. If the loyalists send an air-strike, they could kill us. And if we try to escape from the madness, the revolutionaries kill us. I don’t know what side I’m on in the 43rd war, but I’m not going to become a soldier!
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