On April 19th 1917 it was time for Mark to board the train and report to Camp Jackson in Columbia South Carolina for Basic Training.Mark his grandpare...ts and his fiancée traveled together to the train station to say goodbye to Mark before he left for basic.They sat together on the same small bench in the train station until it was time for Mark to board his train.When the time came they all went out to the train platform so that they could say goodbyes, grandma went first, then grandpa and last. From all the things he knew now about Green Hell, he should have never been able to survive the first times he went out, yet he did. Even though he had this strange sense of impeding danger from the first time he was out, back then he had no idea what to do or how to avoid the many thousand dangers.He blinked the memories away and looked at her and some understanding begun to trickle into his mind. “How did I survive?”“I was there Roy, I called you outside. Your parents are knowledge seekers. The main thing we found out about the Sharks was that they had subdivided South LA into districts that were ruled by nine lower-level managers. The top manager who was overseeing the whole operation and was reaping most of the benefits was actually in a minimum security prison serving the last eight months of a sentence for some trivial crime.The cops and district attorney's (DA) office were gloating that they had put away Miguel Mendoza, the kingpin of the Sharks, but the Sharks were laughing. But for us, it was... we had to go to PE like that when school started. But nobody really noticed. Since then I've been going between no hair, like now, and just a little. It's like, a big deal walking around in a skirt with no underwear and a bald snatch. Ya' know, you like, start thinking things like, would this guy treat me the same way if he knew I shave my snatch, or that I like to fuck chicks. It's cool." I might like to try that. Do you have a razor I can use? Scissors? Shaving cream?".