This morning I woke up very early, not many soldiers were awake yet. I started to roll my blankets, when I saw the captain wondering around the camp. He looked very concerned. Although I knew that a soldier was not allowed to speak to a captain directly, I dared to ask if we will ever win this war. He thought for some time and then replied, "We might win the war one day or another." I could see that six soldiers were digging two holes in the ground. I knew that they were the grave for the two who had died during the raid last night. The Sergeant asked us to pray for the soldiers. As the soldiers started throwing dirt on the bodies, I felt the dead soldiers deserved more than that. It was not how we buried our deads in the village. I thought about coffins and proper rituals.
After the ceremony, we were told to clean our rifles. The Sergeant showed us the proper way of dismantling the rifle to clean it. We were then given lunch, which was again tortillas, beans, and coffee. After we ate, the captain ordered us to divide into two teams. One team was lead by the Sergeant, and the other in which Roberto, Carlos, and I were in was lead by the captain himself. We hiked a hill for about two hours. While we hiked, the captain had us do many drills. We were practicing all of the sign languages, the shooting positions, and how to sneak and shoot. I wandered why we were doing all this. I also thought if we were going to start a battle soon. We hurried back to the camp, because it was getting dark. At the camp, we were given the same dinner. We were then ordered to get our blankets and ordered to sleep.
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