As the Lieutenants lead the way, they handed out white capsules with water to provide the soldiers with energy. Ishmael was so frightened, even a scuttle of a lizard alarmed him. The boys held their guns tightly for comfort.
The anticipation and silent tormented Ishmael, until his first bullet. The thought of his friends death infuriated him, causing him to shoot everything in his sight.
We, the lieutenants, are here to protect you and we will do all we can to make sure nothing happens to you. We kill for the betterment of this country.
Whoever's prisoner dies the quickest wins the contest.
The loss of family set a fire within Ishmael. Ishmael's brain flipped, he began to despise the bodies and kicked them over.
Ishmael slowly replaced his activities with soldierly things. His migraines went away as he was not afraid anymore.
The lieutenants continue to brainwash Ishmael and the soldiers.
The corporal instructed Ishmael and four others to slice the throats of the prisoners. Ishmael's prisoner died the quickest, therefore, he won the contest. Ishmael proudly celebrated his achievement.