Excerpt:
One of the officers, a man in his late twenties, called us all together one morning.“Much too sloppy,” the officer said. “Make this a straight line. The SPLA doesn’t tolerate less than perfection.” He waited till the boys had formed a near-perfect row.
“You will address me as Captain Alou.”
“Yes, Captain Alou,” we answered. “Now, before we start, are there any questions?”
“Captain Alou,” a boy down the line from me asked.
“What is it?”
“When we joined
the SPLA, they said we’d be able to go to school. Will we?”
“Most
certainly.”
Comments