Short Story of Nihal's War
Nihal's War My teacup is the bottom cut from a blue plastic bottle and I am sitting on a rock with Sinhala soldiers near Arugam Bay. The soldier's stopped our car and one tried to tell us why we couldn't go further but we couldn't understand his English. "Say it in Sinhala." I told him, "It will be easier for us." He and his friends were excited to hear their language coming from people they thought were foreigners and asked if we would like to have tea with them. They made it sound important so we said we would. There are seven soldiers camped under a tree that provides some shade for the rocks we are sitting on. they can see for miles in every direction, which means that the LTTE can see them as easily. Under our feet is sand and the vegetation is an occasional tree and many browning shrubs - it's the dry season and very hot out here. I don't know how these men can stand to be in uniform and wear boots but they only laugh when I ask them....