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Sowhatll you all be? he asks. There is a flash of genuine curiosity in his
eyes, contrasted sharply with the dirt on his brow.
We glance amongst ourselves for a moment. When I was young I roamed the
forests and looked to the ground and to the trees and to the sky and wondered
where best I would like to live or where instead my soul might have lived long ago.
These days the future has bothered me far more than the past, and such things
have slipped my troubled mind. I think too slowly. Sooleawa speaks first.
An eagle, he says.
But you are already an eagle, my friend, I volunteer. He smiles at this,
dimly. The battle is still raging ahead of us, but I continue by declaring, And if you
are an eagle than one day I shall be a cougar, so that you may look down on me still
and that I may be strong enough to defend you.
Takhi releases air sharply from his nose. You both may see your wishes
fulfilled sooner than you think if you do not take up your weapons faster. We will not
die today for this war.
Beside me the White Man lowers his own rifle into an aiming position. His
breath steadies and his words come out in wisps of exhalation: If you all think
that ending this mess of a waris as easy as dyin then youve got another thing
coming.
He pulls the trigger.
The noises of the battlefield blur. I hear no difference.
We are not cowards for dying, comes the feeble voice of our young one. He
has pulled the cloth from his face to speak his final words. His face is creased in
misery and tears seep from his eyes, yet still he wishes to speak. The others have
slowed in their rhythmic chanting. Wewe are not cowards for dying, he repeats.
Takhi grasps the boys hand and agrees with him. Indeed no, my brother,
says he. You are brave to act where others have not. Be at peace now, for none
shall call you a coward. Takhi stays like this for a long while, the boy clinging to his
dirty palm with the desperation of winter. You are no coward, he whispers again
and again. Soon I say so even to myself.
We are not cowards for remembering our peoples stories instead of fighting
in the White Mens war. And we are not cowards for standing beside them. All of our
company chose to take action. We chose not to lie down and slip meekly into the
death of our people. Even as my brothers chant behind me, it is for the hope of
better days. It is for the greener pastures that they fought onbleed onthat they
die for.
So I take up my rifle, my brothers beside me, and I aim at a white man I have
never seen before.
I pull the trigger.
And the only sound I hear in the whole of the world is the collective
exhalation of four souls. Behind me, the chanting has ceased.