Shhhhhhhhhh! Is the sound I heard from the flames engulfing the forest of an island. Today was a really interesting day for me. I was making my normal routine border scan in my Naval Cruiser ship when I noticed an enormous amount of smoke rising up from a nearby island. My first thought on seeing the smoke was that I thought that a plane had crashed on the island or that it was some kind of natural forest fire.
             I exited my water vehicle, and I was fully equipped with my sidearm just in case that it was the enemy. To my surprised I saw a young British boy by the name of Ralph at my feet in the sand. It was like when all the boys saw that the just froze instinctively and stopped what they were doing immediately. He was being chased by a bunch of other little boys who had their faces painted with some kind of clay or mud that they must of found on the island. At first, I thought that the children were playing some kind of game on the island, but to my surprise I don't think that it was at all. I noticed that the children behind him were holding wooden sticks something like spears that were sharp on the end, but I did not really pay much attention to it. It was not until I asked the boy, Ralph, was anyone killed on the island with their little game, and to my astonishment he said yes. Once again, I really did not know how to react to this remark, but for some strange reason or another I believe that the boy was telling me the truth. I judge that it was something in his eyes that was true about this statement, and the fact that he sounded very sincere when he made it. Then all of a sudden the young boy just busted out into tears. Not just normal tears, but the big round ones that you see in cartoons or some type of movie film. I an instant I turned my back so that the boy and his friends could pull themselves together because a man does not want to see another crying his heart out. After his sobs and tears died a...