I Try to Face My Target

Such a year, all the accomplishments I had done in those years.

Chief and the rest of those people are great friends with me. Well, except Jack. He's still a thickhead, but he's a sad one.

I remember when he almost killed Glenn. I almost killed him instead, using a sharp glass piece from the cabin mirror.

I remember what he said to me. "So this is how you fight. Killing people that try to hurt who you love. You are really a true soldier," the thought repeated in my head.

I looked out the window, a postcard out there. It reminded me of myself, my fifteen year old self. It's been thirteen years.

And Glenn, whoever forgot about him, he was still the closest one to me. I sucked in the satisfying smell and let it out. A breath of happiness.

Not to say I was never happy. But I felt more relaxed and alleviated. It was amazing.

Glenn walked by me. He sucked in the smell more conspicuous and perceptible. "It's a beautiful place, don't you agree?" he asked.

I had to nod. It was; it was drier thirteen years ago but-perhaps more trees grew.

"But, that's not what I came here to tell you about," Glenn said. "We're earning something benevolent." Glenn left. I fastened the bottom two buttons of my uniform, then left.

"Here-" Sarge said, pointing to the rifles "-are weapons that will greatly help you in battle. You are not fighting hand to hand. This is not boxing."

"Yes sir!" we all shouted. "Now, all of you each choose one rifle, then we continue," Sarge affirmed. Everyone chose their rifles. I went forward. Two rifles were in front of me. I carried the one on the right of me. That one did feel right with me. I carried the one left of me.

Perfect.

Sarge denoted, "Now that everyone has chosen their weapons. Take this like a badge—a badge of honor. It will certainly help you in battle."

Sarge told us to line up in a line. Wooden cubes stood in front of us with circles of different colors.

The red circle was the place where we needed to shoot. "I want you to shoot at the red circle. That's where the heart of a man will be," Sarge asservated. "When I call out shoot—you shoot where I expect you to shoot."

"Shoot!" he called out. I aimed as straight as I could towards it but, it missed.

"When you shoot, you have to be sure you can shoot your target," Sarge added.

"Shoot!" Shotguns exploded with air. Nothing was printed at my target. I missed it.

"Shoot!" The sound exploded in my ears. I missed the target again.

"Shoot!" he shouted again. In unison the guns exploded their sound waves.

"Shoot!" he shouted again. And again-and again-and again.

"Shoot!!" he shouted. The more I missed the less confidence I had.

"Shoot!" Sarge came out with. I screamed in aggravation and frustration.

I tried to do it. But I couldn't even try to learn it. Deep through my mind, I remembered Ms. Clint. She said the earth was a sphere. So whenever you were shooting a rifle, the bullet curved from the rifle.

I face my rifle at the right. I tapped the trigger. Then, it shot. Few seconds of hope. And I did it. Everyone stopped for a few seconds. "Hey look, Tyrant did it," Chief stated.

I looked around, and I saw Glenn doing some golf clap. Sarge looked at me. "Isn't that phenomenal?" He sighed, "Fifty laps everyone, then I have something to tell you."

"Huh?" everyone murmured. I was excited and scared too.

"What does he have to tell us?" Humphrey asked. "I suppose it must be really pertinent."