my brother has a hammer and some wood , and his own jack-knife. he whittles and hammers : he is making a gun . he nails two pieces of wood at right angles , with another nail for the trigger . he has several of these wooden guns , and daggers and swords also , with blood coloured onto the blades with red pencils . some of the blood is orange , from when he ran out of red . stephen gives me a gun and a knife and we play war . this is favourite game .while our parents are putting up the tent or making the fire or cooking , we sneak around behind the trees and bushes , aiming through the leaves . i am the infrantry , which means i have to do what he says .he waves me forward, motions me back, tells me to keep my head down so the enemy won't blow it off.
"you're dead", he says .
"no i'm not"
"yes you are .they got you .lie down." there is no arguind with him,since he can see the enemy and I can't . i have to lie down on the swampy ground , propped against a stump to avoid getting too wet , until it's time for me to be alive again... once in a while we fight . i don't win these fights : Srephen is bigger and more ruthless than i am, and I want to play with him more than he wants to play with me .
We fight is whispers or well out of the way , because if we are caught , we will both be punished. for this reason we don't tell on each other . We know from experience that the satisfactions of betrayal are scarcely worth it mon frère a un marteau et un peu de bois, et son propre couteau de poche. il rogne et des marteaux: il fait une arme à feu. il cloue deux morceaux de bois à angle droit, avec un autre clou de la gâchette. il a plusieurs de ces fusils de bois, et poignards et des épées aussi, avec du sang sur les lames colorées avec des crayons rouges.un peu de sang est orange, à partir de laquelle il a manqué de rouge. Stephen me donne un fusil et un couteau et nous jouer à la guerre. c'est jeu favori. tandis que nos parents sont la mise en place de la tente