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A soldiers boy

Hey my name is Nathan…what am I doing this isn’t some audition for a play is it? Yeah. I’m glad he wrote it, I am. If he hadn’t I couldn’t tell you his story, but I don’t know how to say it… but I’ll try. Let me start again, there once was a great young man Michael Petrov. Mike to most and this is his story…

He had just finished a long hard term at military school and going home to see his dad. His dad was a good man Russian by birth and a Russian army representative a rank he was very proud of. Mike was coming home to a new home, his father had moved from there small apartment in inner Sydney to a large farm in middle-0-nowhere N.T. He would have no mates or siblings; it was going to be a long slog of a holiday…

The private jeep pulled up to the raged broken down home, it was old, rusty and the bricks that held it together where falling apart. Mike knew from his Dad’s letters that the key to the kitchen was behind the small bush in the garden. At first he thought that his dad was trying to tick him off, there could be up to 50 bushes on a farm, but now he saw it one lonely dying bush in the middle of the hard desert sand, very funny dad. He looked under it and found a brand new shiny key, good old dad had always had great faith in a good home security system. Even though a 4 year old kid could probably kick a hole in this houses old rotten wooden door.

As he went inside he wasn’t expecting to see what he saw and then again he didn’t know what he was going to see, it was a new house and he hadn’t even been in his old apartment for 6 months. There could be a new home entertainment system that would have been a surprise, but nothing like this. There in front of him was a puddle of blood. The place had been trashed; there had been quite a struggle here.

Mike saw the black hummer long before it got to the house. He was alert and ready for anything. It pulled up a man around 60 years old with a large gut and long grey beard with 6 bodyguards stepped out, and Mike got into position. As they entered the house mike lashed out with a sweeping side kick, it bowled the first man over and broke his ribs mike moved for the second but the man had a gun to his head already. That’s when the older man stepped in; “STOP, that’s Dmitry’s son!” Later on, when everyone had settled down (and one of the body guards got some ice) the older man talked to Mike proclaiming to be an old friend of his dad and a co-worker that had been sent to take him back to the CRS-RU (Center Rep Center- Sector Russian Union).

They took him into an interrogation room in there they gave him a Pepsi then asked him a lot of questions about what had happened that day and could he be any help to them in there search for his father. After awhile he felt very light headed and slightly sick, after about 5 minutes of this feeling worsening hey fell unconscious. Afterward he woke up in a filthy prison lying on nothing but a concrete bed, he checked the bars; they where as solid as ever and the only new/clean item in whole cell.

He checked his watch, it had been 14 hours since he had entered the interrogation room and he knew from military school and from the feeling in his head that he had been drugged. What his captors didn’t know is that he has been given small doses of the drug they’d used at school to prevent him being asleep to long if the case be that he was drugged, his captors would think he was still sound asleep. Just then the man who picked him up and the leading rep burst though the doors of the room arguing about the operation they where running. Mike pretended to be asleep, They talked for awhile in there and mike learnt a few things, they being; that the Russian reps had been planning on rebelling in the army and with there gathered information on Australia’s army. Invade. His dad had rebelled with this idea and was going to the government to stop them, when they had captured him at his home and put him in a prison cell on bass. Mike gasped but tried to cover it but it was too late. The Reps grabbed him through the bars and knocked him out then dragged him off.

He woke up next to his dad he went to hug him but noticed he was out cold with a huge still bleeding gash just under his ear. Later that night they where given food and water “why are they keeping us alive” thought mike “dad must still have information he hadn’t given up and it explained the gash.” After some food and water his dad came round, “DAD” mike said a little too loud “ you’re lucky to be alive” “I’m alive?” a man came in and took dad away, The wait for him to return was as bad as torture, but he did come back. With more bruises and cuts.

This went on for days… maybe even weeks they didn’t know in that dark damp cell. Until one day the Senior Rep came in again, this time with a few solders, he spoke in Russian but mike could make some sense of it, he said “we are sick and tired of playing these games Dmitry; please give us the location of the bomb treats satellites” his dad could barely even move but managed to get out the words, “no”. The senior rep bowed his head and sighed he new that the plan would never work. He’d been beat; he motioned to the guards and walked out as he walked down the hallway leading away from the cells he had to admire the bond between the father and son. He never heard the crying of the two men who had gone through so much for there country, the machine guns smothered them.

That’s it, there’s no more to tell. I think you’d like to know that the plan never did work, And that there is now a statue in our school yard, of a man and his son holding each other up, in my eyes they never fell down.

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“The day they came falling down”