I was hired by the District authorities to get rid of the village. The inhabitants were raiding small settlements along the river.
One night I swam to their village, planted numerous charges, and set off the explosives by remote control.
BOOM! BOOM! A lot of noise, destruction, and clouds of smoke. They caught me before I could escape.
They tied me to a stake, lighted the pile of wood at my feet, and now smoke envelopes me. Smoke is the last thing I will see, but not the last thing I will feel . . . .
One night I swam to their village, planted numerous charges, and set off the explosives by remote control.
BOOM! BOOM! A lot of noise, destruction, and clouds of smoke. They caught me before I could escape.
They tied me to a stake, lighted the pile of wood at my feet, and now smoke envelopes me. Smoke is the last thing I will see, but not the last thing I will feel . . . .
