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It was a cold, dark morning in the middle of the 

Amazon Rainforest. The only thing that could be 

heard was the soft rustle of the trees in the cool 

breeze. A young Australian fighter pilot was getting 

ready to take off and fly into a battle he would 

never forget. His name was Charles Rosenburg and 

he was a tall, olive skinned 23 year old who was born 

to fly. He had a scar forged above his eye and down his 

nose - he used to be a troublemaker until he joined the 

air force. Now he is a bubbly, humorous and responsible 

man.

Charles was at the controls of a F18 Super 

Hornet, taking off to fly over the Amazon on a 

regular patrol. His mission was to watch out for 

any Japanese bombers planning to raid the 

airbase. It was early morning and Charles was 

still drowsy. But this was his duty and he wouldn't 

let his men down.

Charles did this flight everyday and wasn't 

expecting anything unusual. Suddenly, out 

the corner of his eye, he saw a huge 

Japanese bomber on the horizon. Realizing he 

couldn't take the huge bomber on in his 

smaller jet, he fumbled with his radio to contact 

the base camp. But before he could bring the 

radio to his mouth to speak, a Japanese fighter 

jet came screaming up behind the Japanese 

bomber, heading straight at him!

Charles dived rapidly towards the planes. 

Adrenaline was pumping through his body and 

his hands were shaking. His nerves were running 

wild as he steadied his aim. He fired the bullets 

from his guns and hit the plane. 

But they had hit him first. 

Charles, always a quick thinker, managed to 

eject himself from the plane before he crashed.  

He floated above the jungle, dropping past thorn 

trees that sliced into his arm. Once he was on the 

ground he ripped off a bit of his shirt to stop the 

bleeding.

Unfortunately there was a much bigger problem on 

his hands. Charles was stuck in the middle of the 

Amazon Rainforest with no water, no shelter and only 

his radio that he found still in his pocket.

He realized the sun was sinking and he decided to 

try light a fire and make a shelter. After much 

trouble he eventually managed to succeed. By then 

he was tired and drowsy from the depressing day and 

went to sleep with his stomach rumbling.

Charles woke up with a fright, hearing rustling 

next to him. Sitting up he felt a stinging pain in 

the back of this neck. A dart! All of a sudden 

everything went black. 

He awoke many hours later to the sound of 

drums and the pounding of people dancing on 

the ground all around him. Amongst them Charles 

noticed a short man wearing a strange looking hat. 

Suddenly all was quiet. 

Hat man came so close to Charles that he could smell his 

breath. Now Charles could see his features, he was 

tanned and had piercing dark brown eyes and something 

told Charles he wasn't a man to mess with.

"You have no right to be here," he said harshly.

“This is our land and we do not like intruders. You have 

brought famine and destruction to our land. We shall have 

no regrets about disposing of you, you Japanese warrior!" 

"Wait! I’m not Japanese! I’m Australian! Look closely! You'll 

see!" yelled Charles. 

“Why are you taking sides against the Japanese? You play 

no part in our war” he continued.

“The Japanese attacking our tribes in the forest," growled 

the man, “they must be punished.”

Charles sat there stunned. The soldiers had pledged to 

leave the Amazon and its tribes alone and not to involve 

them in any conflict. An international agreement kept the 

wonders of the rain forest safe.

"My name is Akabob and I’m the leader of the Kitachi tribe. 

Sadly the last tribe left alive in the Amazon," Akabob said in 

a depressing tone. 

"What do you mean last alive?" Charles questioned, "What is 

going on here?" 

"We shall discuss this later. At the moment the best thing 

for you is some food, water and sleep." continued Akabob. 

"He shall stay at my hut!” piped up a young tribe member. 

"Yes," said Akabob, "go and sleep now, young warrior.”

Charles lied down wearily and did as he was told, glad to 

rest.

When Charles woke later in the night, he could still 

taste the weird flavor of the cooked grubs and leaves 

that they had given him to eat, which he had chugged 

down with water. From the end of his bed he heard low 

muttering coming from his radio. He picked it up and 

pressed it against his ear. 

"Suzuki, do you copy?" a strange voice said. 

"Yes general?" said another unfamiliar voice. 

"Are the poisonous gas bombs ready?" 

"Yes they arrived on the bomber plane today, we shall 

detonate them on the last tribe in 28 days time.”

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