Going Home
John’s struggle for breath makes his chest burn, heart beating so loud that he can hear it in his ears. “Get me out of here!” He is lying face down next to a jungle path. The jungle is so close that even though he is only a few feet away from the track, no one could see him should they happen to pass. It is hot!
The details of what had happened are a bit fuzzy.
Guerrillas kidnapped him, on his fortnightly fly in, coming from the airport on
the way to work in a remote gold mine. He was being held in some miserable
conditions and feels physically drained. The kilograms have dropped off him
quickly but he wasn’t beaten or tortured so he is in good condition mentally.
One day he’ll be sick and the next day he’ll be fine. This is possibly an early
sign of malaria, he is thankful that today is a ‘rest’ day.
He has just managed to escape from a makeshift
compound made of barbed wire. The high level of traffic inside the area means
the compound is covered in mud. Inside the compound is a series of tents and
huts. These huts are constructed in the native style complete with stray dogs,
smell of human excrement and cooking. The concept of rubbish removal is one
step from the back door with the biggest toss possible; everything is dirty.
Mining can be an isolating experience, but the
isolation means the unimportant is stripped away. John is missing home. The
work which is giving him the money to buy anything he wants has come at a high
price: ex-wives that are not on good terms with him and kids that are distant yet
money hungry. The fortnightly flight to his remote piece of paradise is a
beacon in his life always calling him home. Standing in the middle of the
property over-looking the remote bit of coastline is the stone cottage he calls
home. The property is so remote that it has solar and wind powered batteries
for electricity, and mobile phone reception a 15 minute walk away. Each day
begins with a run along the beach and then a short wood fired shower and ends
with a cold drink on the balcony. This is the time, place and space that give
his life joy. He is going home and nothing is going to stop him.
The crew that he has escaped from is not happy! They
are guerrillas fighting for autonomy from a repressive regime. They are armed
with an assortment of weapons that have been bought “on the cheap”. They’re
mostly old and originating from China,
AK47’s etc. The weapons might be old but they are reliable and no matter how
old a bullet from one hits you, you’re dead.
They have basic communications-some old Nokia 3310’s
and a sat phone. The mobile reception is not good enough in the valley for the
Nokias to work but they may well work higher up the hills. The guerrillas have
a combination of olive drab and camouflage uniforms, which makes them, look
like soldiers, but they are all wearing plastic flip flops held together with
rubber and plastic patches, which gives them an incongruous look. They exhibit
a rudimentary understanding of basic military operating procedures.
The group consists of twelve people. There is no night
work as they lock everything down and go to bed. During the day they run two
shifts, half of the guerrillas work and the rest do patrols. They are extremely
confident that they can’t be found. This gives the whole group a high level of
laziness in their attitude toward security. The group is mainly local and have
lived in the region their entire lives. They know and understand the country
from a practical perspective. This is reinforced by the collective understanding
ingrained by telling stories and myths, allowing them to ‘see’ things in the
same way.
The commander running the camp visited John while he
was in the compound a number of times to identify his ‘market value’. The
mining company that John works for has deep pockets and little experience or
expertise in dealing with this type of situation. Once this was established the
commander quickly deduced that John was to be kept and exploited for his full
market potential.
John was surprised by the commander’s appearance, it
was not what he had expected. He was a short fat man who looked like he had
eaten just one to many doughnuts. He seemed in complete contrast to the others
because they were thin and haggard. He had long grey frizzy hair that made him
look like a hippy reject from the seventies. Other than the fact that the
government’s military had been trying to hunt him down without success for
thirty years it would have been humorous.
The commander has a clear understanding of his
objectives, which are much further reaching than the locals he recruited. He is
very concerned about the ideology of his cause and looks at his actions from a
global perspective. The need to have money to influence the ideological
objectives he was attempting to achieve is paramount in his mind; hence the
reason John was kidnapped. He has garnered respect from his subordinates and
his tactical understanding suggests he has some military experience. The local
recruits have a much more positive attitude when he is around.
The guerrillas do not share the commanders overarching
political views. They want the government to “go away and leave us alone, so we
can get on with our lives”. The only real link between the commanders and his
guerrillas is they want similar outcomes and they are using each other as a
means to an end.
The sighting of the compound demonstrates the
commander’s tactical ability. It is on low ground but at no point is it
directly overlooked. The way in which the jungle interacts with the swamp forms
a barrier that makes it difficult to attack. It has sheltered access to water.
This is important because government troops do helicopter patrols along the
river on a regular basis.
Whilst John doesn’t know much about the area, the
primary jungle he can see further up the valley means it will be faster
travelling because the canopy cover discourages growth on the ground. It also
means it will be easier to be tracked when followed. His plan is to move
further up , create a diversion that makes it look as though he is walking out
of the valley. He will then change direction and escape via the river. Escaping
via the river means even if they do work out where he’s going, they will be
less likely to follow. This is because of the risk of being spotted by
government helicopter patrols.
In his time spent in the compound John was able to
observe the measures that the commander used and from these observations is
trying to anticipate his likely responses. His guess is that he will split the
men up and there will be two guerrillas sent down this track. This means that
he has a narrow window of opportunity to make his escape.
The ground is extremely slippery and uneven. He won’t
be able to run but should be able to achieve a fast trot.
Crack, thump! Crack, thump! Shots ring out.
“Where did that come from?” John’s guess at the
commanders anticipated reaction is wrong. There are more than two people coming
up the track and the guerrillas had moved a lot faster than he had projected.
John knew that it was the very distinctive sound of the AK47. He knew that it
wasn’t good, he would need to move quickly, and there was another large flaw in
his plan! The guerrillas won’t need to contact each other on mobile because the
shots ringing out will bring everybody running. “Crap!” he thought, there are
three of them running up the track and they are still too far away to hit with
the revolver. The immediate necessity is to stop them moving so quickly. His
decision is to use up two rounds to keep their heads down. Frustration! Try as
he might he can’t seem to keep a bead on them. The jungle obscures his line of
sight. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breath half way out, squeeze two
shots off. Double tap, Bang! Bang! While it doesn’t hit anyone, it has the
desired effect. They get their heads down and stop approaching his position.
The escape plan is not going well and John really
needs to move quickly from his current position. An alternate safe position is
about twenty metres behind him. He has a quick look to see how things are going
with the approaching guerrillas. All is well they still have their heads down.
He is off. His legs have started to get really heavy; it feels like he is
running in mud up to his waist. He is running in slow motion. He can’t
understand why he can’t pick up the pace? It’s an odd feeling. The speed of the
people chasing him seems to be picking up. His movements seems to be getting
slower?
John is again trying really hard to predict the commander’s next move.
The sound of shots reverberating around the valley allows him to concentrate
his forces. Now he knows where to concentrate his attention! This means the consequence of John’s next
manoeuvre is becoming critical and it had better be a good one. The guerrillas
below have been joined by half a dozen of their comrades and they have moved
like lightning because they are only twenty metres away. John can’t work it
out; it feels like a time warp. How did they cover the ground and get close so
quickly?
“What is that noise?”
Exegesis:
“I like football and porno and books about war”
(Leary, 1993)
I chose to target my story to Australian working males
in my age group. Taking a marketing perspective allowed me to think about my
stories target market and their issues and interests; it is all about the
reader. This group is likely to have mortgages, work and they are unlikely to
have much time. This means the short story is a superior format because of the
reduced time commitment. The presentation and the first few lines are of
paramount importance. I tried to start my writing with a vignette, in the style
of the first few words of Jim Grace’s “The Devils larder” (2001). “I’m a pimp
of sorts. I have a team of girls.” I
thought this was a perceptive way to engage an audience and an example of a
hook that would grab my target markets attention. The goal is to gain enough
story telling credibility and interest for the audience to give me permission
to write the balance of the story. Once the reader is convinced the story has
value then the writer has freedom to give them the context in which the
vignette is written. The next part of the process was to fill in the back story
and begin the action. It pays homage to Frank Moorhouse’s story “Room Service”
(1987). I’ve tried to emulate the way Frank uses a simple style with out being
condescending and assumes background knowledge. I’ve copied his idea of styling
sentences in an increasingly short staccato way as the story goes on to give
the story rhythm. The style is also used to increase the dramatic tension where
required and give the narrative immediacy and impact. The balance of the story
is written as a plot driven piece of escapism allowing the audience to put them-selves
in the place of the main character.
The basis for the stories idea comes from an ongoing
“escape and evasion” style of dream that I have had for many years. The rest of
the story is an accumulation of things that I’ve been involved with or are
interested in. The information about wait-a-while and malaria for example comes
from painful personal experience. The idea, discussion and understanding of
guerillas emanates from an SBS documentary. It was about the capture and rescue
of Íngrid Betancourt from FARC guerillas in Colombia. The understanding of the
politics of the individuals, and how
each sub group involved has a different agenda, was reinforced by David
Kilcullens book, “The Accidental Guerrilla: Fighting Small Wars in the Midst of
a Big One” (2009).
The writing process was assisted by attending the
tutorials. During the tutorial we were asked to think about the house where the
character lived which was beneficial on two levels. Instead of thinking about
one possibility I imagined three and post hoc tried to envisage which one would
be best. This exercise also highlighted that my character had no motivator.
This allowed me to achieve two outcomes it gave my character somewhere to live
and a motivator to give the story momentum. The ending has evolved through
different outcomes. It was initially the reaction to the events on waking. On
reflection this did not see to have the desired resonance for the reader and
was changed to give it a more forceful impact. The short story; hard to get
right, but a powerful format.
Bibliography:
Grace, J 2001, The Devils larder, Viking /Penguin, London.
Kilcullen, D 2009, The Accidental Guerrilla: Fighting
Small Wars in the Midst of a Big One, Scribe Publications, Carlton North.
Moorhouse, F 1987, Room Service, Penguin, Ringwood.
Songfacts.com, 2011, Asshole-Dennis Leary, Songfacts,
Viewed 30 August 2011,
<http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=15352>.
Result 41/50
Result 41/50
