Dawn
That"s not a man. He"s only a boy. Dirt streaks down his face as his sobs become audible. His shorts are fraying and his shirt is torn. He wears no shoes and he looks like he hasn"t had anything to eat in days. Corey drops him in front of us before dragging an old gaffer into the open.
“Dad,” the boy screams.
“Please,” the father urges. “Don"t hurt my boy. He"s only twelve years old.”
Corey pulls Allison aside to talk, leaving Drew, Gabby, and I to watch this man and his son.
“Why should we spare anyone?” Gabby snaps. “You tried to kill us.”
“They made us do it,” the man says fervently. “We"re just farm workers, see?” He holds up his hands to show us his callouses. I crouch next to him and speak softly.
“They forced you into the army?” He nods. “Your twelve-year-old son too?”
