Today Ignacio, Lolo, and I were on a patrol to scout the vermin*. Those low lying, cut-rate vermin, after what happened in the village, I knew I could do it. I knew that when I was told to watch out for those vermin boats I would shoot em’. Ignacio, Lolo and I learned that revolutions were fought with the stealing of the money as in how Captain Mendoza got his airplane. At first I thought this was just plane stealing, but then I understood why. We revolutionists now don’t have a say in this government; we can’t go to big cities and buy stuff like regular people; no we are now known as the illegal people. No body in big cities will sell us stuff, that why we have to use the black market. The illegal traders trade us goods but other wise we would not have this ammo and rifles. Without the black market there wouldn’t be a revolution but without the revolution we would just be cut-rate low lying farm men but this time we are fighting for a cause this time we are getting funded from the cities we take over but they are funding us is another way to think about it. We are fighting the revolution for them and that’s I guess is not stealing. Once we kill a soldier we go and take their clothes, weapons and etc. and we take what we can from the villages like today’s lunch were peasants were serving us food. I was put on watch for their boats. As soon as I heard them I reported to Diaz. Once our safeties were off we got in position and once Diaz shot we all shot and heard the sounds of agonizing, blood curling screams as one by one they fell into the water and were either drifted down stream of to the beach. At last I felt the anger escaping me and I felt free that I had taken out one of those vermin, those thoughtless murderers.
*see Day 5
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