Zulu War (My Story)

Summary

March 1879 I ran and ran, screaming the worst curses I knew, hurtling completely alone into the enemy lines. There was thunder in my ears, but no lightning struck me down as I threw myself at the red soldiers, lashing out at their faces with my fists. They must have beenamazed to see a Zulu boy suddenly dive into their shallow trenches, but in a moment they'd swarmed over me and pinned me to the ground...For the next hour, while the battle raged around me, I lay struggling under the body of an English soldier as he handed upammunition to his comrades...