Today is the day number 17 since the war started. I hadn't wrote anything because I had experienced terrible things with my dad. He is no longer living with me because he is now fighting for Vietnam. As I am just a kid, I can't live alone so government of South Vietnam has built some shelters where children like me are sent. People here are also living alone. I don't like this place, I feel like if I were on prison. Literally I am living in a little room sharing the bed with other boy. He is now homeless, his parents died during a fight. We can't do many things like playing or running as normal boys. The only thing that can distract you is the window. I can see from here how soldiers are trained and how some others die in the battle. On the night when there is no noise in the room, I can hear people screaming and gun shots. When this happens, I try to close my eyes and to think that from this there will be a nice consequence. Sometimes when it is dark I can see how forests and woods are in fire. Soldiers do this to distract their enemies but they don't think on the effects that it cause. When light appears after this fire, I look to the sky and see that everything is grey. All the smoke and the gases that strategies cause are affecting our ecosystems. There is sometimes a very nasty smell, I hate it. It is like if someone is burning plastics or something like that.
I don't know how much time I will spend here, I hope that this will last just few days. I miss my dad, I don't want him to lose the battle. I want him beside me. Taking care of me and being happy. I will wait till the day when he come back
