Tredius Ezchrafede
“Panoorin mo kung paano tapusin ang mga traydor, son. You have to kill them like this.”
I was only ten years old when I watched my dad behead five of his men. They were kneeling on the white sand, their arms and legs bound in chains.
Isa-isang naputol ang ulo ng mga lalaki at gumulong sa buhangin. Their blood stained the white sand, making it crimson.
Nanginig ang batang ako sa nasaksihan na ginawa ng aking ama. It was the first time I had ever witnessed such people being slaughtered right in front of me. I saw how their bodies convulsed even after their heads were removed, how blood flowed from their severed necks.
Then, my father took me to a bedroom where four young girls, about my age, were huddled together. Takot na takot na sila at agad na sumiksik sa kama pag
