“Man! You are not in LA any more!” Hearing these
words and being shaken by a strong hand on his shoulder, John woke
up. He was astonished. He was in military clothes surrounded by
soldiers inside what seemed to be an aircraft. “Keep cool! This
must be a dream.” He told himself.
His problems had just begun. He couldn't even hesitate
when someone pushed him out of the plain. Falling with a rifle in his
hands and a parachute on his back, he saw his “comrades” opening
their parachute and quick as a flash, he pulled the rope at his
right. Then, John was running towards the jungle for his life.
Gunshots were everywhere. Would he wake up from this nightmare?
John managed to survive until the sunset but from
nowhere, the enemy appeared and hit him with a gun on his nape.
Suddenly, he found him self sitting on his coach with a terrible ache
on his nape.
When John got into bed that night, he could hardly
believe what had happened that day.
David
Leal
