The words of Tyrone Ramirez fell.
Aside from the crackling of the campfire wood as it burned, there was no other sound.
The whole shed fell into silence.
He looked at the faces of his former comrades-in-arms, all shrouded in doubt and hesitation.
Tyrone continued, "Everyone, it's time we changed the way we live!"
"Look at the environment we're living in now…"
"Straw as our bed and quilt, the bonfire for warmth."
"The weather happens to be decent right now, but if it rains, how is a shed made of raw logs supposed to shield us from the wind and rain?"
The eyes of the captured soldiers shifted, sweeping over the scene around them.
This newly erected shed had already become a mess after a few days of their living in it.
Even though there was a public latrine in the distance,
there was still a foul smell lingering inside the shed.
"We were indeed defeated once, but on the battlefield there is always a winner and a loser."
