Jack's story
Prologue
Uganda 1994
"She has to stay safe, no matter what" Jack thought as he silently approached a lone NRA soldier, while he crawled through the extensive undergrowth. He could hear the man breathing, this person probably had a family and he was going to take him from them. After forcing those thoughts out of his mind, there was no other choice, atleast he wasn't very tall. He unsheathed a single Wakizashi and slowly rose waiting for his moment.
No one was watching, the soldier held a Scorpion submachine gun in his right hand. In one quick movement he sliced off his right arm while at the same time placing his hand over his mouth and dragged the wounded soldier back into the undergrowth to slit his throat. He looked up at jack with an agonising expression trying to hopelessly stop the blood seeping from his neck. He took his dog tag as proof, 19 other tags jingled in a concealed pouch. Done for today, she stayed safe for one more day.
If he didn't kill enough everyday the men would take his sister Sarah and they all knew what happened in the main building on the camp where the officers stayed. Rape, torture and murder was often a case, but he was only 14 years old and they already had eyed up Sarah there was nothing he could do. It was his reputation and kill count that kept her safe, for now.
Another one to add to the pile... how many more? How much longer? His conscience plagued him at moments like this, he heard raised voices calling out what he could only assume was the now dead soldiers name were sure to find him soon, he was supposed to leave him booby-trapped to kill even more soldiers, but he chose not to. The guilt was getting worse everyday but so too were the nightmares.
As he made his way back to the base avoiding the natural hazards and various patrols along the way, he began to remember the hug Sarah gave to him when no-one was aware. Little moments like that made him happy even sometimes caused him to smile. He carefully retraced his steps while trying to wipe the wet blood off his hands, how much longer could he do this?
