Day 1

When we got out of the truck for the first time I looked around and noticed only a few tents, all of them were in a line, like dominos, one after the other. the ground in the camp was dry and dusty. Even the air feels different here, almost heavier and gloomier, there's an atmosphere, here inside the camp, not a bad one, more of a buzzing in the background. I think it's the fact that everyone has a feeling that they could be attacked or launched into war at any moment. All around the camp is the lush green jungle, tall dark trees are ominously around the outskirts of the fences, casting dark shadows across the campus, they made me think, what if we were attacked? Where would we run to? Who would look after us if we became injured? It's something I will have to ask Lolo as he knows everything about everyone already.

The older men and boys are mean looking, some of them have scars on their faces, one boy especially caught my attention because of his lip, it was bent up in the corner, and looked sore but I soon realized he was not a boy to be messed with, he was one of the best soliders we had, I named him Whistler. I saw the captain today for the first time, a tall, lean looking man with no emotions in his body, at least that's what it looked like, but when I spoke to him his face softened and his eyes became normal for once instead of always being glossy and emotionless. All the men have no emotions, all of their eyes are glossy and still, there is not one man that I have seen who is not stern, they are all soldiers.

- Uno