A Night in Middle of War
The best experiences are often the ones with the unexpected in them, like the one I topped off with a trip to an unfamiliar corner of the world. Of course I have been in many situations, but this is one I wish I never had to experience, although it has made me take an opinion about war.
When I came back home after I had good Saturday night in downtown Casablanca hanging out with my friends in summer night, my parent proposed I can visit my brother who worked as State Trooper in a small city in West Sahara far from Casablanca. At the time there was a conflict between Morocco and its neighbor Algeria about who wa going to control this region which was colonized by Spain.
I was excited because I had never been to desert. This was an opportunity to explore this part of the world. What we knew through the media was that the war was at the border far from the cities. I always like to travel, but this trip was far from being fun.
I took the bus on the afternoon. It took twelve hours to get to certain part where the road was rough where the bus couldn’t keep going. I had to take a taxi jeep to get to my destination. We were about eleven squished as the books on library shelves. It was a rough road and was scary too, because there were some signs that said there could mines on the sides of the road. After while cruising on the bumpy road I saw a car all burned out. The driver said this car was exploded by mines and all the passengers got killed. I got really scared. This was wrong place to travel. But I didn’t have a choice. We were driving along the Atlantic Ocean for miles and the rest was just dunes of sand with no where to stop.
After eight hours of driving I got the city where my brother lived. At the city entrance I had to show the police my identification, and they checked my bag. I had to give them a convincing reason of my trip to this city. This experience explained it all: there was something to worry about in this region. After I got my got my stuff back, I went to look for my brother. He was not hard to find because he lived in the military camp.
When my brother saw me he was shocked because this was a surprise for him. I can not explain how happy he was. He introduced me to everyone he knew. After he asked about our entire family member, we had a diner, and I went to bed witch was old twin mattress with steel frame that has an over used spring witch made me turn for while to find better position to sleep. It was uncomfortable bed to sleep on.
The next day we went for a tour around the city and on the way back to the camp I saw about a thousand of troops with tanks and guns walking out of the city. It was to me like watching a movie in a real life. My brother explained to me that they going to look for the mines here and the city. On foot it would take days to get there.
At night it was always blackout. I had to stay at the camp listening to the stories of the war from my brother and his friends. Then one day while we were eating, a trooper from the front line came in, and everybody was surprised after he was asked what he came for; He said that they heard on the radio that the enemy was between the city where I was and the front line. If the enemy want to go back to there camp, they have to confront our army witch unlikely to survive on the way back to their camp because at front line the enemy out numbered and the will face heavy weapons. They had one solution to get food and water: They had to take over the city.
Everybody stopped eating and went to the communication room. I heard people arguing but I couldn’t clearly hear what they talking about. After while my brother came back and took me to another room and told me not to leave the room under any circumstances until I tell you when.
The message was clear. It could be a war in the city. It was five pm and there nothing to do except wait. The blackout used to start at nine o’clock, but that night they never turned the light on. When it got dark I heard a helicopters flying around the city. I cannot explain how scared I was. If even the state trooper including my brother were scared, what was I supposed to feel? Sometimes I heard big explosion and some times I heard the helicopter flying over the top of my room. The whole night I was waiting for something to happen to me. I started to loose hope for survival especially since my brother didn’t come back for me, moreover I heard gun shots behind and up front of the camp. I was helpless; I didn’t know what to do. The explosions started to get closer and closer. One time, I tried to open the door, I couldn’t see anything it was dark but somebody shouted but with low voice “shut the damn door!” The rest of my night I just prayed to god to survive. In the morning my brother came to my room and told me lets go have breakfast with calm, but he looked not happy. Everyone of them were not happy, he didn’t want to scare much he tried to lie to me the helicopter was just an electric generator. After few days he told me that if wasn’t for the helicopter we all would have died. Two state troopers got killed but the enemy all got killed. Now we were secure. I didn’t believe him. I had nightmares. I could sleep at night. Most time I didn’t sleep until morning. I couldn’t go back to Casablanca by myself and my brother had to stay there for work I even tried to ask his manager to let him go back with me. After thirteen days of fears and worries my brother took a vacation and we went back to Casablanca. I just cannot explain the fear of being in middle of the war for one night. Others, they deal with it for years.
War is preventable because the choice to go war lies in our hands. Many people do not want to go to war, but unfortunately the choice lies beyond the hands of the individual.
The necessities and resources for living have driven us to war. Of course as civilized people, we would rather mediate and reach a decision by consensus. (In this case the people from the West Sahara and Moroccan government didn’t agree about who was going to vote). However it is hard and complicated as group or nation to find a way to avoid a war as a solution to a conflict. We have enough examples of wars that didn’t seem the best way to resolve our differences; we should think as civilized people otherwise.