Warhippy, I can understand the "it's a good day to die, but I'm not going alone."
I guess I was four, and heard, " get the girl, she knows to much,", and then someone handed me a live pineapple, well I was already versed in their ways, so I did three mississippis, throwing it up in my hand, aimed, flung with a " here ya go, fxcker," got down behind a tree, man he ran fast, but I got him square in the back. He looked like a puppet being pulled apart very very quickly. I laughed.
I had to protect my brother and I, tried with the stupid drugged up runaway pregnant girls, but no one listens to a little kid.
Sarge said I was a major warrior at birth.
Well, there was one, I thought she was a china doll, she played with me all day, we were twirling around holding hands, like the sixties vision. I tried to tell her to run away, that they were bad, she laughed at me. They had her hoodwinked.
Any way when they did get her, just one to the forehead, up close, the real world entered a bunch of good guys started running toward whatever wooded area we were in, (they always blindfolded me in the cars), well the bad guys all ran in one direction, so the good guys followed them.
I was left alone on the path with my post mortem friend. I started dragging her into the woods down toward a stream. I would go back to where I started and dusted all the trails we made away, (good little injun girl that I was), I dragged and dusted for what seemed like forever, she was heavy, but my adrenalin kept me going.
Finally I felt safe enough to make her a bed.
It was indian summer so there were lots of leaves around.
I think at this point, because I finally got to be alone, I thought somehow I could make her come back.
If I just warmed her enough. Well I was just a baby. So I dressed her head with lovely late flowers, and made a cover of leaves for her.
It started getting dark, I just prayed for her, and held her and kept her as warm as I could.
But I won with her. No one violated her, or did the things they do. I cleaned her up and made her face smile again.
I gave her the best burial I could. Sarge didn't know why I ever bothered trying to find the families of those I did care about. But I wanted to tell them that I gave them the best burials I could, and that their spirits were guided upward. (I'm an elder shaman, born that way, please don't squeeze the shaman)
Anyway the missing childern only go back to 71', when all the true good guys came home. I met with federal people but they had no listings of the people I remembered. Oh well, I tried. But my favorite one flies around with my brother, smiling down on me. She is more beautiful then ever.