Each morning I leave my tent and begin the long trod across the gravelly tent city. The temperature is bearable and the sky glows deep shades of indigo and violet because of the sun just below the horizon. There are a few clusters of tall eucalyptus trees along the way that emit sounds of ecstatic frenzy. Morning birds are preparing for the new day. It’s as though the treetops are going burst! As the chaotic sounds peak, the birds suddenly begin shooting out from their leaved havens. This experience brings a joy to my heart which later flows through my pen
"Tree Darts--Deb Hamilton,"
Journal of Military Experience: Vol. 1
, Article 20.
Available at: http://encompass.eku.edu/jme/vol1/iss1/20