Ta....tta.....ta.........ta machine gun fire rips through the peaceful tranquility of Belice's village. We are standing on the dirt road that runs through the center of her village when the firing overtook the sound of laughter. We all throw ourselves to the ground but when I look up there is Belice and her little sister stunned just standing there. I yell at Belice to get down and grab Cecile and pull her down. Everyone is OK. Just another drunken soldier firing off an AK-47.
Post a note, a poem, a newsbit whatever you please. Thanks to a very cool out of the box kinda guy,Gary Kleinwho made it all happen!!!!! Yeah Gary Also Dr. V. Bose my surface hippy friend in Chennai, India many many thanks.