At about half past four that morning you hear gunfire, the deafening drone of war planes overhead, echoes in your ears. Tears fill your eyes and you force a pillow over your head in an attempt at escaping it all. You have just entered a new chapter in American history, are about to find out what war can do to a person.
Let’s take a break now.
Canada hasn’t really declared war upon America and President Barack Obama hasn’t really ordered all males, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-four to sign up. The chances of war breaking out in your country are so tiny that you might not think it even worth talking about. However, this is a situation that has happened and is happening all over the world. These are hard times that we live in, make no mistake.
Okay, let’s get back to the story: Within three weeks, America is no longer in the hands of the American Government. America is a part of Canada and you are no longer free to go about your daily lives. Your friends and family have been rounded up like animals and have been forced into prison camps in their drones. The stench of terror rises high above a cloudless sky. You have to get away; have to be free of this country once called, America. You have to leave before you too are rounded up, never to be seen again. You come into contact with a man who is able to smuggle you out of the country. In return though, you must give him everything that you have struggled for over the years. Never mind. You still have your life; you’re going to be free. You don’t know where you’re going, only that you must. You’re given a place and a time to meet, and you prepare yourself for the journey ahead. You fill an old, plastic bag with some socks and underclothes, plus a photograph of your family. Then it’s time to go.
It seems to take forever to get to your new country, but all in good time, you arrive. Now you are the refugee, you are the one in a strange land. Not only is it a whole new life for you, but the people living there are black. They know that you come from America because you look American and they can see thousands like you on the way. You are faced with a new language and a new culture, you are the minority.
As I said earlier, the chances of this ever happening are almost none. The next time though, you see a refugee in town, just try to imagine how he/she feels, the pain that he/she has gone through. Try to see things from his/her point of view, and then remember just how lucky you are.
Wishing you a wonderful day to come. Gavin