life tell tales

The smell of potato and sweet homemade kitchen interrupted the sound of airplane bomb explosion nearby house.Walls were trembling,but five year old boy,he just smiled.War was allready normal thing for him.His parents of course keeped him in some kind of magic shield,like he was cloaked from reality that was right in front of them,brutal and cruel reality of humans lives taken,and like of course like it was from ancient history of wars,all becouse of politics,natural resources,money and ultimate reason war order power.His mother never allowed to her son see fear that she always carried,primary for her son who she loved uncoditionaly.Boy was scared of bullets and his father teased him for that,and that was making him angry every time,of course that was tactics to draw away boy from every day brutal things that happened outside their warm home,where he had the best days as it was possible in a situation like that.For fun he had a shell from a tank and all kind of bullets different size and color,real bullets of course,that he used bullets like a rabbits and every night before going to bed,he would put them in shell so rabbits go to sleep.That day his mother was excited more than usual,she was singing that was very rare.As she was putting his shoes on boy,he asked where they go,but she said thats surprise.They go out and magic dissappears,sky is all in clouds of grey smoke,people who they pass by are wounded womens cry for their husbands eho lost lives in last battle.They arrive among the group of peoples,few minutes later old green busses are arriving,people are shooting in honor of those who came home alive this time and celebrating their return.He see father and run to him but father have bandage on one hand,and little heavy lifting boy this time with one hand,but still smiling,following boys eyes he responds to his unasked question,its just a scratch son,after that boy is smiling and they happy go home to use short time they have to spend together.that night everybody was celebrating and drinking,boy seriously come to father and said,dad i want to shoot,father is smiling,and asking do you need a diper if you pee when you become afraid,boy angry responds no im not afraid il show you.Father takes the machinegun put it on the ground pointed to the sky in direction of mountain.He holds rifle firm,cmon son he say.Boy approached very scared his heart is beating crazy,but he close eyes and pulls the triger,rifle starts trembling and ringing,hes scared that he cant pull out his finger,he shoots whole magazine,just when the noise stops he return his hand quickly back fron rifle,his father is smiling and scratch his head,congratulations ,Nickolas,today you become a man,now you are grow up,you must never fear son,when im not here you are the head of house and you must take care of your mother they were quite rest of the night,and later when boy was in bed he realize that he got out that day from magic shield of games and bullet rabbits,and fathers words ringed like a whisper in his ears,grow up,protect your mother,head of house,he sleeped very late that night,with too many thouts for one child.