The date is August 22, 1791. Today is the day when we, the Haitian slaves, plan on massacring the French troops who will be arriving on the beach of Saint- Domingue. My father Ricardo and his army are sitting in a circle discussing strategies. He picks up a stick, draws a line in the sand and points at the right side of the line. ¨This is the sea where the French will come in from.¨ He then points to the side left of the line. ¨This is where we will stand and fight our battle.¨ The other men nod in understanding. Ricardo continues, ¨Men! This is a battle we need to win. You all want independence from the monsters. Don't you?!¨ The men hoorah and pump their fists into the air. In the distance, a young boy sprints towards us, his face wet with sweat. ¨Sir,¨ he stops …show more content…
We should keep at least one prisoner so we can get some information out of them.¨ ¨My dearest son! Do you think any of these Polish troops will know of the French troops´ plans? I think not. They're merely just pawns for the French while Napoleon goes on fighting wars he considers to be more important. Proceed to burn the building down!¨ The plantation building turns red from the flames and then to ashes. ¨Victory, my men! Let us celebrate with the rest of the village! Come now. Follow me back home.¨ The Haitian army raise their spears and chant, ¨Hoorah! Hoorah!¨ We return back to our village where we share the good news to the rest of our families. Instead of partying with Father´s men I decide to stroll along the beach for a quick breath of fresh air. The wind blows giving my arms cold pinches. I quickly throw on a blanket and hug myself tight. I realize how lonely I am and how useless I am to Ricardo´s army. As much as I want to fight these wars beside my father, I agree with Father´s words. I must stay out of war so that I will continue living even after my father is gone to his graves. To freedom, Father´s words echo in my mind. Yes. To