As far as Ernie went, there were several reasons why we felt the urge to specifically go to war, not only with him but also with his sister as well. For one, both were forbidden to play with any of the neighborhood kids. That is because his parents were these ultra conservative religious folks that didn’t want their children mingling with other kids that didn’t go to a private school. That is why Chris and Joey didn’t like them.
My reason went a lot deeper.
When I first moved into the neighborhood I tried to befriend Ernie before I met Chris and Joey. Actually, things seemed to go well at first. That is until I stopped by there the next day.
He was in the backyard by himself. When he saw me making my way towards his backyard he looked at me and said, “I don’t want to play with you anymore. You’re no longer welcome here.”
I was befuddled. “I don’t understand. What did I do?”
“It is because of your last name. My parents said that they didn’t want me playing with you either, so you’re gonna have to leave now.”
Even at that age I had never heard such hogwash in my life. However, it did explain the barrage of questions that his parents peppered me with the day before. I wasn’t sure what they were insinuating, but regardless I was steaming!
“Well, you tell your mom and dad that they can’t mess with me,” I said angrily. “I am a Bomber and I will prove it to you and them. Besides, I don’t want to play with you anyway, you four-eyed dork!.”
The other reason why we wanted to go to war was it simply amounted to being territorial. There’s no point in having a fort if it can’t be used to defend your territory and we were about to assert who territory it truly was.
The three of us were sitting on the platform in the tree specifically waiting for Ernie and his sister to come out and play when the back door to the house swung open.
“There he is!” Joey exclaimed.
We were antsy and ready to launch what promised to be an epic assault.
“Wait, don’t do anything just yet,” Chris said in a hushed tone. “It looks like he’s heading to his fort. That’s where we want him to go. Maybe his sister will come out. If she does, we’ll get her too!”
“Awww man, this is going to be so awesome. I cannot wait for this!” I said excitedly.
“Yeah that’s right Ernie. Go in your fort,” Chris said chuckling. “Boy, do you got a surprise coming your way.”
They say that there is an eerie calm before the storm. I am sure that is what it must’ve felt like right before it rained down on Ernie and his fort.
Splat! That’s what they sounded like when they hit. They were big ole globs of mud patties that we were hurling at the fort. The wetter that you could make them without losing their form, the better.
Every time one of those bad boys hit the fort there would be that distinct “splat” sound accompanied with the shaking and shuttering of the plastic that made up the walls of Ernie’s fort.
For the first few moments Ernie tried to ride the assault out in the sanctuary of his fort, but it was useless. Inevitably, the more mud laden missiles that we threw at the fort, the more likely that she would falter. And she did. With each direct strike, the foundations of the fort began to crumble.
There’s no telling who scored the first bullseye. Out of the scores of mud patties that went flying, one of them landed inside the fort and hit Ernie squarely in the head.
“Auggh!” he screamed out. “This ain’t funny. Whoever is doing this please stop! Somebody just hit me with some mud and it’s all over my head!” he said in protest.
When the barrage didn’t stop he scurried out of there as fast as he could while dodging flying mud patties along the way.
After it ended we were laughing so hard our bellies were hurting.
“Did you see the mud on the side of his head and face?” Joey asked with tears streaming down his face.
I was laughing pretty hysterically myself. To me it was just the funniest thing to watch Ernie scramble lickety-split out of his fort that we bombarded. Besides, I told him that I was going to prove to him that I was a Bomber. One thing for certain, I couldn’t wait to bomb another target.
It just so happens, I already had a target in mind.
Next in the series – Against the System: In the beginning – Part 8
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