We were doing “military drill” in highschool. That’s when they forgot meat the sentry post.
It was midnight. My ribs meltedfrom the training.But where could you go,even if you wanted to?
I cursed my relief guard, during the secondtwo-hour shift. They played dominoesuntil midnight.
After the third two-hour shift, I thought of throwingmy weapon away. I never did it,of course.
Someone absolutely had to stayat the sentry post.The lot fell to me,as luck would have it...
So flowed the hours, the days, the monthsand the years. I was transformed, then,into a poster.
There came a time when children playedaround me. They threw snowballs at me,like a makeshift snowman.
I won’t speak of what I have sufferedand lost. I wasn’t the only one,forgotten at the sentry post.
Only that passerby stayed in my mind,the one who found me. “What are you doing there?!” he said.“There’s no more military drill!”
A tiny tear had escaped me, in themeantime. “I’m entertaining the children,” I told him.“I’ll stay just a little longer!”
