true story about a epic war at elementary school.

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It happened about ten years ago. so it's a bit exaggerated but keep in mind these are my impressions from what i had as a child. Of course everything seemed bigger when I was so little. There were No ambulances required for this. but i will tell every relevant detail i can remember.
Some people wanted a game of conquest. The winner was to capture the flag. No use of violence, no changing or switching teams. Throwing balls or sticks or mud (No stones) is allowed and tap an enemy out to 'kill' him so he/she has to return to his home base and 'respawn'. It isn't a friendly game, it is about tacticts. It must be kept secret and we agree to keep teachers out, or else, you're out and rejected. SO two camps divided and took place in their secret territory. Both sides gathered recources to defend and attack. Spies were sent out for intel. (it was a large and complicated area around the schoolbuildings and many many space with different fields and squares) A Fun game and indistinct between all the chaos of children playing.
I was curiously looking for some folks that weren't present and it seemed as if a few sports articles went missing. A strange atmosphere and some other kids had the same feeling. I saw somebody sneeking around with that one good football (/soccerball) that the footballers was looking for. I followed him into a remote muddy area with bushes, between two builings and partly under a bridge with another secret passage (which leads to the field). So i entered. Asked for the ball. They were all a bit curious about what i wanted and how i found them in the first place. I didn't get the ball and had to leave because they're busy and don't tell anyone if they asked where they are.
So i went back to the football field with no ball.. Behind the football field i saw something that didn't belong there next to the water. A climbing frame with some people gathered around/in/on it. I went there. They looked bored and i was curious about why they moved that thing. I was asked to join. and they told me they were playing a game apparently and were tired of moving and preparing and bored, they just waiting for 'the enemy' to show up or lunch break was over. one of 'em was even fishing with a branch for a rod.
So i ran to the other camp all the way on the side of between the bushes under the bridge. I wanted to tell them they had to attack soon, other wise lunch break was over. They had constructed a bunker , qiute a beautiful construction with a gate and everything and amazingly strong. Weird how they made this in less then 30 minutes. They were with four persons and the other camp with five. They let me in, but suddenly threw me over and held me down. A SPIE you're A SPIE WE'VE GOT YOU NOW HAHA! the leader exclaimed in my face. What do you know?! It was difficult trying to explain him i came in peace, the paranoid f**k. But i was a witness now, he said, i know the secrets. He ordered me to, after the break, tell the leader of the other camp that the game was only over until either one team has won or both teams are down.

Next day, start of the break, the bullies i recognized from team Black as i started to call them, were waiting to pick me up. I was a prisoner. Team white was again near their base waiting and playing along with the football game. For some reason team Black didn't just attempt an attack and the leader was not content with the plan to send 2 man across the field, have a fight there while the a third would capture the flag from the backside en the fourth would watch me and the flag under their bridge.
They waited too long until a third party joined in, they came asking for me at the door, and team Black cowardly shushed. the door knocked over as it was sort of barricaded and they saved me, it was a friend and some others to free me. there was a fight and only the leader hid under the bridge.
My friend had been asking around if anyone's seen me, until he came across some members of team White. So he figured i would have been here at team Black. He asked 3 football players to help him search for me, with succes and they had their beloved ball back.
We rushed to safety, the White side and the tone had been set. Team Black wanted revenge and the leader was furious, because in his eyes the Whites had broke the rule of changing team members and keeping it a secret game. So he sent his accomplices to ask for specific people to join in reach for victory. and team black was now ten man strong.

In second break, the word had been spreading. i heard different rumours about that things were happening. Team black sent a messenger about an attack at our site, and that the rules no longer applied, and it would be better for us to prepare. 'Go Away, go back to the Black side' i remeber very well, because i explained earlier how they captivated me and how i called them, it became officiallly White against Black. (nothing intended, it was regarded as Blackland versus Whiteland, and we kids were not really aware of racist intentions) Some people just gathered around the climbing frame who had heard what happened, and it started to look like a hierarchic monkey rock where different activities were going on, like distribution of weaponry,

The next day it happened quite early. Before the gathering started around camp White, there were the blacks already. I don't remember this clearly but it was an awful attack. it went very fast with mostly White victims and it was over even before the teachers were on their positions to keep an eye out, the blacks disappeared. I panicked a bit. The special thing is that nobody attended a teacher despite the blood that flown. Some girls were attracted to our activity or wanted to admire the wounded. Popularity grew on the White side and terror grew on the Black side because Leader Black was still recruiting new members. A lot of organization occurred in this break where many people chose a side voluntary because of the attention the battle was getting through the rumors. So territory and web of contacts grew on both sides.
It was exciting in between breaks, the recruiting /teaming and plotting still occurred. outside the buildings it was advised to keep an eye over your shoulder.
Next break i went to the toilet right before the break started. Waited there until it got calmer. Ran off to safer grounds via unusual routes to get away from it. But soon as i got out, somebody grabbed me and shouted to me Are you Black Or White ?! Choose now?! I didn't know these people and i asked what are you talking about so they stomped me in the stomach and said if you choose white you're dead. Now this was their way of recruiting? am i on Black territory?
so i ran through Black land and i was shocked for the amount of chaos here. there were barely girls, and most kids despite their age had to contribute to Blackland by either joining their bunker, recruiting members, or gathering recources on the territory (steal toys and bicycles) or getting their asses either inside the building or toward White territory. I ran off to white land where peace reigned.
I made it to the climbing frame and shouting I argued that we absolutely need to Stop Black land from existing, they trusted me on my word and the first wave of whites invaded blackland territory. Heavily armed, they made it half way to the leader's hideout. dozens of wounded. first time the teachers sensed something was wrong! (crying screaming shouting stomping running breaking stuff and impacting rocks) and they had to stop drinking coffee as the wounded came in. some other teachers stood up and joined the teachers outside to stop this madness from occurring. they interrupted just before the second wave of whites clashed with the first wave of Blacks on the field. (the blacks streamed innumerably from a passage behind the building opposing camp White and were yet only flinging rocks at our nice blue little climbing frame behind the field causing 2 casualties and the rocks hitting the frame caused sparks) But everybody rushed away from the loud voices of the authorial teachers.

So the whole school was now involved. The teachers suspended a few but still didn't see the full picture of it. they just thought it had something to do with the weather or the upcoming holidays..

So next day. teachers were paying extra attention. But still didn't know the existence of the two organizations, the two gather points, the opposing camps of black versus white. To the coffee drinking teachers, it seemed as if everybody was minding their own business and calmly awaiting for peace to return, so that everyone could start playing normally again today. and all the buzz, was just imaginary or so.
This day, it was all about maintaining the illusion of peace. A very civilized way of messaging happened. With codes and everything. And some espionage attempts towards the teachers, to search for intel, wich failed i guess because they knew nothing.
Also one person was very smart, to bring a new computer game of his and install it on one of the public pc's at the end of the day (which was illegal) . So there would be little fights breaking out between the nerds during next day's break, as they would crowd around this screen. Because there's 5 pc's. and only 1 with the newest game and about 15 nerds, and at second break maybe about 30 nerds. But the solution was to trick the teachers into thinking that there was gonna be a very exciting finale on a pingpong tournament. So the teachers would focus there. and a lot brouhaha around the pingpong-table next to the pc area with fighting pc fanatics, and chances are, that i would be right there, if i didn't get involved with the whole battle going on outside about territory and power and fame.

Anyway, The next day, first break. it was a decisive break. The blacks were outnumbered, but they had the geographical advantage and many more resources. They came on bicycles and tricycles first, sweeping the playgrounds. all blacks return to base and await orders, all whites run ahead or get knocked out, all neutrals mind your head or pick a side. So all whites and most neutrals joined on the field. most bycicles returned and some kept roaming, some were captured by us. now The Blacks, all of them came swarming from behind the opposing building into the field. We Lined up. They lined up.
probably 150 in total, of which none had even reached age 14 yet.

A few seconds silence. commotion heard from inside. probably nerds bashing each other with bats and keyboards, and I now could have obtained scars of ancient apple icons on my forehead. But i am standing on cold grass.

And a raw battle commenced under loud screams, as a rain of projectiles from the complete arsenal of weapons going all in at once from both sides, the morally completely disrupt children swarm in on each other . . Victory or Death. For White. For Black. For the sake of lunch break. For the sake of all mothers in quest of finding the ultimate detergent. Shortly after collision, a pack of mocking teachers with flapping ties and fluttering bellyboobs and most of 'em with wet coffeestains, approached the storm of battering little monsters whose sole purpose is to destroy each other and especially the hasty elder. There was no controlling this. there was only running from this. Only the bravest of teachers were brave enough to put their foot on the grass but learned shortly after, that some things , are just for kids, the adults will never understand and only lose trying to. so he had trouble walking afterwards.
This part of the story is very fuzzy in my mind. I hear sounds of raw stomping and screeching, mayhem, kicking, even a occasional plunge in the ditch. Lost screams of bitten teachers. Panic. the school bell alarming way before time and barely being heard. Friction with grass. Ripped clothes. Children's heads bashing into goal-posts. Yelling. bouldering voices from teachers. An occasional girly shriek. This is the first time I've been surrounded by extreme amounts of chaos. and it woke something in me that will never die. I know that one kid from my class fell in the water while fighting another kid from my class, one of them could swim, swam to the other side and ran off home 3 km away.
I must say I was KO pretty soon. I am not a fighter. I woke up being carried by a mate who was in camp White from the beginning. and leaving the battlefield as it slowly dried out of fights like a fire thats being sprinkled on, some windows broke, and some kids who never go tired decided to play a game of football when the field was left with bewildered survivors... i remember the tiles that had remarkable patterns of blood traces about the surface. many spots. some lines from where it must have dripped or leaked out fast, and a dried out red splash, as if someone had been knocked a teeth out and had his mouth closed or something until he had to speak or cry maybe...
Second break never came; there was not enough manpower to resume lessons. so after this war, the kids and toddlers were accommodated until quick suspension from school or retrieval on parental side.
Next day school's out for two weeks holiday.

But this was my story about War At Elementary. I can't even believe it happened like this, but i would have to ask somebody from elementary, I bet he/she remembers this epic battle of madness. Have you ever seen or heard any like this before?
Man, I love childhood. No indirect responsibility whatsoever in comparison to adulthood.

After holidays i remember i was so excited if there would be a remain from this. would there still be raids? Is the playground still divided with a mental border between opposing amount of possible pigments? No but the teachers sure don't allow any distinctness in deviation of color anymore!

Sorry for the long post. I hope you liked it, and you are free to share your thoughts.

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