Status Updates From Dancing the Death Drill

"Drilling the death dance. Not crying, not panicking, not screaming at the approach of death. In Africa, even in times of death, people celebrate. Death becomes a spectacle, a moment of defiance, the defiance of death itself. Staring death in the face, challenging it to a duel. Come and get me, death. I am not afraid of you."

"He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed almost overnight. From an innocent burgher whose experience of shedding blood had been limited to killing rabbits and antelope, he had become fluent in the language of violence. He had butchered men who, individually, had not done anything wrong to him. And now, he had deserted, although he knew that desertion was punishable by death."

"He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed almost overnight. From an innocent burgher whose experience of shedding blood had been limited to killing rabbits and antelope, he had become fluent in the language of violence. He had butchered men who, individually, had not done anything wrong to him. And now, he had deserted, although he knew that desertion was punishable by death."