It's one of those camps.
You sit idly in the woods for days, mask itchy and heat intolderable.
You just sit there with the others, kicking rocks over or something.
Boredom.
Then suddenly it's all, "GRAB THE CHILDREN! GRAB THE CHILDREN!"
Someone's mask falls off in the clamor and they are sent, shivering, to the ground.
Rigormortis sets in promptly and the nerve gas intoxicates their airways.
Sirens, lots of them.
Just another day here at camp.
Hopefully when you get back from the war, we can make some nice cakes.
I am slightly confused, since the war seems to be here.
Where did you "go off" to?
Are you piloting that airplane?
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Hopefully, when we get back from school, we can take a cake decorating class. And make nice cakes.
ReplyDeleteThis is really great and depressing by the way. You should draw gas mask people.