{"id":1382,"date":"2006-12-13T14:05:48","date_gmt":"2006-12-13T14:05:48","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-29T21:00:00","slug":"drafted-camel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/2006\/12\/13\/drafted-camel\/","title":{"rendered":"Drafted.. \/ Camel"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><TABLE class=remark><TR><TD><\/p>\n<div align=justify><i>Nude&#8217;s thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. The<br \/>\npostman muttered something about wishing he could go too<br \/>\nand handed over a yellow envelope.<br \/>\nIt was a command long overdue that called for healthy,<br \/>\nyoung men.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>In reply to your request,<br \/>\nplease find&#8230;<br \/>\nI hereby protest.<br \/>\nTo the ways and means you use<br \/>\nyou know&#8230;<br \/>\nI cannot refuse.<\/p>\n<p>So I&#8217;ll take this vow<br \/>\nof Loyalty.<br \/>\nFight for the right,<br \/>\nYou have said,<br \/>\nTo be free.<\/p>\n<p>When this time has run its course,<br \/>\nI must&#8230;<br \/>\nLive without remorse.<br \/>\nFor the deeds I&#8217;m bound to do,<br \/>\nI know&#8230;<br \/>\nit&#8217;s all the same to you.<\/p>\n<p>But I won&#8217;t forget<br \/>\nthe memory&#8230;<br \/>\nTaking a life,<br \/>\nfor a life&#8230;<br \/>\nto be free.<\/p>\n<p><i>Nude&#8217;s life revolved around orders. He found himself pushed<br \/>\nand pulled onto a crowded deck of uniformed figures who<br \/>\nshared the same expressionless faces. Loved ones stood<br \/>\nanxiously on the pier as the transport faded into separating mist.<br \/>\nWater and night seemed one. Nude was going to war&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Thunder cracked. Ramps hit the beach and countless boots<br \/>\nassaulted the shore. His heart punding, Nude stumbled<br \/>\nheadlong into the undergrowth in a desperate search for<br \/>\nrefuge. Sheets of rain drenched the sunless forest as the skies<br \/>\nopened raging down on the tiny island. Panic-stricken, Nude<br \/>\nstaggered forward and fell unconscious.<br \/>\nRaindrops spattered from the trees onto Nude&#8217;s face.<br \/>\nStartled and confused, Nude listened in the humid silence; he<br \/>\nwas alone and had no idea where he was. Worst of all, he didn&#8217;t<br \/>\nknow what had become of his Regiment.<br \/>\nThe setting sin left Nude with the growing darkness of his<br \/>\nfears. He made camp and slept with dreams of a dawn rescue,<br \/>\nunaware that his Unit had already left the island. In wartime, one<br \/>\nless soldier is hardly noticeable.<\/p>\n<p>Seasons turned with time. Nude had given up the search for his<br \/>\nUnit but continued to move through the jungle, bayonet poised,<br \/>\nas if a thousand eyes were upon him. Home was a cave in a<br \/>\nhidden lagoon with abundant vegetation and fresh springs. The<br \/>\nhighest point of the island provided shelter from annual<br \/>\nmonsoon floods and sanctuary for his soul.<br \/>\nHis military duties consisted of a monthly visit to the<br \/>\nmountain top whereupon he ceremoniously croaked the<br \/>\nnational anthem and fired one precious bullet into the air.<br \/>\nIn the loneliness he endured, Nude found an inner strength<br \/>\nthat flowed with the rhythm of instinct.<\/i> <\/p>\n<p><b><i>Drafted, Nude \/ Camel<\/i><\/b><\/div>\n<p><\/TD><\/TR><\/TABLE><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nude&#8217;s thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. The postman muttered something about wishing he could go too and handed over a yellow envelope. It was a command long overdue that called for healthy, young men. In reply to your request, please find&#8230; I hereby protest. To the ways and means you use &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/2006\/12\/13\/drafted-camel\/\" class=\"more-link\">Okumaya devam et<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Drafted.. \/ Camel&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1382"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1382"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1382\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1382"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1382"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1382"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}