Camps come in a large variety, and almost everyone can find one suited for their needs.

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Vincent Massey Collegiate

Co-Editors: Raylene Paci and Emma Higgs Advisor: Cathrine Wall

The Terry Fox Run Returns

Inside This Issue...

Arts Clubs Sports The Big Gain Behind Big Game 2 2 3 4

Letter from the Editors 6 Wandering Thoughts on Autumn #ihatemylife Why Camp? Humans of VMC Number 114, prologue, part 1 6 7 8 8 9

On September 19th, Massey students took time to participate in the annual walk/run to honour the life and mission of Terry Fox. Even if I dont finish, we need others to finish. Its got to keep going without me. - Terry

A Room of Candles, a 10 Deck of Cards and a Perfect Stranger How to Paint a Heart Poems Art and Photography News in Review 10 11 11 12

Why Camp? By Emma Higgs

Stinging sunburns, itching mosquito bites, homesick kids, early mornings, cold lake water. Sun-filled days, starry nights, sparkling lakes, smoky campfires. The stereotypical images of summer camp are ones that hundreds of kids and teens choose to surround themselves with every July and August, leaving the comfort of their own homes and beds for cabins and mostly cold showers. But why? What on earth could drive someone to that? Continued on pg. 8

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Arts by Raylene Paci

Arts at VMC are back for another full year filled with exciting performances and lifetime memories! As September comes to a close, things are slowly getting back to normal. Dance, drama and improv classes have resumed, which includes the much anticipated posting of the improv team lists. Check out the bulletin board outside the drama room for more details! Band classes have been hard at work already too, tackling new repertoire along with welcoming new students in grade 9 and 10. Four jazz bands and two jazz ensembles have also been enthusiastically rehearsing, as well as the newly announced members of Wind Ensemble. Singers in Massey's Choral program have been enjoying a relaxed start to the year, while starting to delve into learning Remembrance Day songs. The members of Chamber Choir have also been posted outside the choir room and have begun rehearsing as of September 23rd.

Clubs
Club Schedule Each of these clubs meet at lunch hour in the indicated classrooms. For more information about each, go check out their meetings! Monday: Youth in Philanthropy (Room 113) Tuesday: The Trojan, first Tuesday of every month (Room 212) Wednesday: Shameless Idealists (Room 129) Thursdays: GSA (Room 203), Key Club (Room 201), Spanish Club (Room 216) Fridays: Sustainable Development Committee, see room 112 for next meeting date (Room 112), Writers Guild (212)

Club Feature - The Argentina Exchange/Spanish Club by Tessa Brennan

The Argentina Exchange/ Spanish Club is made mainly out of enthusiastic grade 10 and 9 students who love and adore Spanish. They love to learn, and speak the language, and want to take that love farther. For those who dont know, the main goal of the Spanish Club is to raise enough money to take 15 people to Argentina as a club trip/ class trip, and meet the pen pals they have from there. The Spanish Club was founded late last year by a few grade 9 students. With the help of Mr. Neil, they pulled the club together with the goal of befriending new people, communicating in another language, and experiencing a different culture. So far the Spanish Club has completed several pizza sales and have more planned, along with a few bake sales. The fundraising will take a while, as the initial goal is 4000 per student, so they have a long way to go. If you are interested in helping out or want to join the club, you should check out room 202 on Thursdays at lunch.

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Massey beats Kelvin 5-3 in physical pre-season tilt By John Higgs

On September 19, 2013, the Vincent Massey hockey team took on the Kelvin Clippers in a preseason game at Silverstone Arena. with a fluke goal from an awful angle to tie the game at 1. Soon after, though, Kelvin nearly took the lead. The puck crossed the line in a The Trojans were unable to take scramble, but the net was off. VMC took the lead off a beautiful rush advantage of an early power play that came of a vicious check from that gave one of their forwards a behind that rattled the entire Mas- simple tap-in to make it 2-1. Massey team. Luckily, the injured play- sey mightve got an extra spark of er was able to skate off with limited energy when their starting goaltender made an excellent save off assistance. A few minutes later, of a Kelvin breakaway that Kelvin broke the ice with a seemingly harmless wrist shot from the couldve changed the momentum. point that got by the Massey goal- Soon after, the Trojans took an interference penalty off a monster hit tender. 1-0 Clippers. There were that shook up the Kelvin player. lots of turnovers, but not a lot of shots in the first. Massey killed off Right after the ensuing faceoff, Massey scored a short-handed goal a late tripping penalty to end the off of a long wrister that fooled the first period. Kelvin tender. On the same power Barely a few minutes into the play, Kelvin took advantage with a second, Massey evened the score near identical goal as their first to make it 3-2. The Clippers took that momentum and scored a late period garbage goal off a scramble to tie it at 3 going into the final frame. Massey pulled away in a quiet third period. On Masseys fourth goal, they chipped the puck in deep and 15 seconds later, they tapped in a backdoor pass to make it 4-3. Discipline was an issue for both teams throughout the game, especially in the third. Midway through the period, Massey put it away with a backhander in the slot that found its way into the net. Kelvins goaltender looked very shaky throughout the entire game. With some support from the fans and one Mr. Shahinfar, Massey held on for the 5-3 preseason victory.

Homecoming Victory! By Jaya Budhia

The weekend of September 14th, our own Vincent Massey Trojans played their homecoming game against Miles Macdonell Collegiate. With both the Varsity and Junior Varsity teams playing, it was a wonderful day to be out at the Hobson field. Both teams played excellently and won their games; JV winning 47-0 and Varsity winning 2614.

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The Big Gain Behind Big Game by Elska Swandel

An exclusive interview with Dan & Nancy Burke, hunting enthusiasts about their life, travels and the unexplored positive impacts of big game hunting Its possibly the most controversial industry in the world, fought against by huge organizations like PETA and World Wildlife Conservation, but is there another side to the world of big game hunting? Are the passionate protectors of the worlds most sought after prey just in their plight? Or are they simply uninformed? I recently got the enlightening opportunity to sit down with two of the hunting industrys most avid globetrotters, Dan and Nancy Burke, to discuss their experience as professional hunters, and much to my surprise, hearing their side of the story proved much more fascinating than upon the hobby according to Nancy, during a trip to New Zealand infuriating. with friends. Since then they have I cant say that Ive ever been travelled to Botswana, Zimbabwe, impressed by the idea of killing ani- South Africa, Patagonia, Argentina mals for sport. I grew up holding on and Russia on professional hunting to a negative preconception surtrips and are currently planning a 4 rounding hunting that had been week trip to Tanzania this fall for hammered into my head by pop another period of safari hunting. cultures take on the industry. I never associated with anyone who Walking in to this interview, I had firsthand experience hunting had my own pre-conceived notions and was never really given an optowards the hunting world, but I portunity to step back and take a was eager to see it through the eyes of people who were so immersed in look at the facts, until this year. it. I dont really know what I exThis August, I had the lovely pected. I guess I am victim to the pleasure of being invited in to the childhood mentality that all hunters home of Dan & Nancy Burke, are big, scary, mean men, but remembers of the International Safari gardless, imagine my surprise when Club and long time animal lovers. I knocked on their door and heard Dan & Nancy have been hunting the cheery shrill of a womans big game since about seven years voice shouting, Come in!, beckago when they sort of stumbled oning me into their stunningly

beautiful cottage. I immediately found myself in the kitchen, where Nancy was standing, her hands in a pot of smashed tomatoes and her cheeks pulled up into a warm inviting smile. Right away, with barely any prompt or journalistic probing, I begin hearing charming stories about their many trips to beautiful far away places, heartwarming family memories intertwined with the pairs impressive roster of hunting scores. Nancy spoke with humble pride as she showered me with details about how they came to develop such a passion and fondness for the sport and the rich cultural experiences they became privy to along the way. Looking at her, shes maybe 5 foot 6 and incredibly fit, her hair is tied back and flows over her shoulders, her nails are impeccably

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manicured Lets just say its hard to imagine her staring down a lion and shooting it from ten feet away. It was actually really scary! she sheepishly confides. Although it is widely believed that hunting is detrimental to the conservation of animals, Dan informs me that it is quite the contrary as he begins to describe his experience elephant hunting in Botswana. He explains to me that the government allocates clusters of land usually consisting of 600 000 acres to elephant hunts. On this land, because natural watering holes are very scarce, those who manage the camps design pump systems to give any elephants nearby access to drinking water. Without those pumps, he explains, all of the elephants would migrate to one area that would not be able to accommodate such large numbers of them and put them at a higher risk of being heavily poached. He also mentions that for the 180 000 elephants found in Botswana, the government is diligent about issuing limited numbers of permits each year and says that usually the number never passes 130.

ceives all of the meat from the animal adding that its their only source of real protein. When we were there, we shot one elephant and the village threw a huge celebration. It was the first meat they had in over a year, he remarks. I soon realize I knew absolutely nothing about the positive role that the hunting industry played across the African continent, how many jobs it creates, and how seriously its participants take the conservation of the animals they hunt. I also am enlightened pretty quickly to the fact that not all hunters are soulless exploiters like I so naively believed; people like the Burkes are doing much more good than harm. After becoming so involved in big game hunting, they made an effort to research its impact as an industry and ways that they could personally help with animal conservation efforts.

says Dan, but sometimes, with poachers and depending on their health, its better for them to stay there. The compassion and honest appreciation for the sport is what compels me most. I must say I did not think that the couple I was driving up to meet would possess such a genuine respect for the animals they hunted and be such kind, warm -hearted people. Sharing such treasured stories with me with such an ease and describing their experiences with a fierce passion that all but demands a level of understanding and respect, after a mere twenty minutes in their presence I felt my personal perspective of the industry shift and became very aware of how misunderstood big game hunting is. Benefitting both local economies and global conservation efforts, its almost surprising to me that hunting has developed such a generally bad reputation. Although brief, my interview proved most pivotal for me. I urge those with an aversion to hunting to make an effort to hear it described from a different perspective as it was most informative for me and I thoroughly appreciated the Burkes generously inviting me into their home and offering me a glimpse in to their remarkable world.

This due diligence inspired their work with Rhino Rescue. Currently, Dan and Nancy own 35 rhinos which they protect on what is now the largest game recovery ranch in south Africa. They started the project about 4 or 5 years ago and have Dan goes on to depict the role since began rescuing baby rhinocerthat the elephant hunts play in local os and various other endangered economy. I dont know why but I animals indigenous to the area . am surprised when he describes They have also employed a staff of how much the local people support doctors as well as police officers to the hunt. He tells me about how nurse and protect the animals for as when an elephant is successfully long as necessary. Then we try and shot on a hunt, the local village re- get them back out into the wild,

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Letter from the Editors by Raylene Paci and Emma Higgs

Dear readers, Welcome to the first issue of Vincent Massey Collegiate's newspaper, written by students for students. Let us introduce ourselves; we're the editors, Raylene Paci and Emma Higgs. You might have seen us before, we're typically hanging around the band room. However, you might not have seen this newspaper before. Well, that's probably because it hasn't been around for quite a while. Last May the two of us were having a conversation with Ms. Wall about our provincial English exam, when the subject of Massey's long forgotten newspaper came up. We were informed that the truth was, that there just hadn't been anybody to come along and take charge to get it going again. Until us, that is. So, we ended up being invited to become co -editors. We were thrilled because the Trojan seemed like an awesome challenge to take on during our last year. So, with a fresh format, brand new ideas and a great team of writers behind us, the Trojan is back up on its feet and we're super excited about it! This issue has been put together by a small, but very enthusiastic group of students and it's an excellent start. But, we want you to join us as well! If you have an idea, an opinion or have interest in writing, please give us a shout! The more voices the better! Happy Reading!

Wandering Thoughts on Autumn by Raylene Paci

Orange leaves. Sweaters. Scarves. Apple pie. Chilly mornings. Once again, we find ourselves immersed in the season of autumn and in the midst of change. And many of us, it is our final year and the months ahead are among the last we will spend in the halls of Vincent Massey. It's a little bit scary. vored lattes. From dancing barefoot on freshly cut grass to stepping on crunchy leaves littering old sidewalks. Appreciate each moment as it comes because before you know it, there won't be any more like it. Change might be But, while shifting from the easy certainty of summer into the hard and uncomfortable, but it cold air of the unknown, I encour- doesnt have to be labeled as bad. age you to celebrate it. Celebrate it Change is what you make of it, it's in the same way we look forward what you learn from it and it's what to wearing those boots and frumpy you do with it. That can always be sweaters. Move as seamlessly from a good thing if you let it. an old expectation to a new beginSo, what if we could just let ning as we do from iced lemonade everything be without trying to reto hot chai tea and pumpkin flasist, judge, or change it. What if

we could accept the changing days and move gracefully with them to wherever they take us. Dance through life like those leaves in the wind, twirling, spinning and landing wherever you may fall. Autumn is a beautiful thing.

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#ihatemylife: Teenage angst across the Internet Submitted anonymously

What is sadness? The dictionary defines it as being, "affected by unhappiness or grief; sorrowful or mournful". When I asked around, others told me they thought sadness could be described as "when things just aren't going your way" or "when you feel kind of down about yourself". Sadness is part of life. As Howie Day sings in "Collide", even the best fall down sometimes. However, as a teenager, when you log onto Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter or other social networking sites, there is an alarming phenomenon happening. More and more posts/status updates are being created that express depression, misery and discontentment due to a variety of drama and unnamed issues. teenagers unhappy and why are you can describe it, it can't be that they choosing to send out a "tweet" bad, can it? Those were my reasons to express their pain? for making overdramatic posts. I only wish I had used a journal. First of all, you have to look at the mindset that many people our Can I honestly say that's the reaage have. Teenagers obsess over a son most teens have for posting lot of things. They stress themtheir entire lives online? I wish. Unselves out easily. Of course, that's fortunately, a rather large portion completely reasonable, to an extent. live for the attention they receive It can be hard to be a teen. There's a upon posting the account of how great deal of pressure and there's a they cried themselves to sleep last lot of high expectations. I could go night or the bitter details of their on and on about the issues they breakup. I can try to rationalize it face. But I think a lot of the probbecause it must feel good to know lems people have, are caused most- you've got all this support behind ly by the fact that theyre looking at you, even if the people things too closely, crying over all "supporting" you never actually these "huge" things. But, really, talk to you in real life. Makes theyre only huge because you're sense... kind of? not looking at anything else. There comes a point where you need to Nonetheless, posting emotional gain a new perspective. Try looking content on the internet stirs up draat things from a completely differ- ma and it gets you noticed. It's nice ent view. Sometimes, you can't to be at the center of attention. You clearly see what's in front of you get this warm feeling inside beuntil you take a step back and check cause you feel like people care and out the bigger picture. I wish that's you feel so good about letting it something more people could see. out, so why stop? I can't change the way people think. I can't change their need to alert everyone about their personal lives. It's a teen thing, I think. It's okay to be sad. But does the entire world need to know? Maybe someday, they'll stop to ponder that question.

Last night, I actually logged onto Facebook itself. It was Thursday, a typical weeknight. Scrolling down the news feed, these were some of my findings: "Could things get any worse?" That was from a girl I used to be friends with. "I HATE YOU. I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS ARGHHHH." From a But instead, many teenagers get boy I've seen walking down the hall caught up in the drama of their lives with a bright smile on his face. and choose to broadcast it all over the internet. I won't lie, when I was Is every single teenager battling 14, I made my share of emotional depression? From looking at the Facebook statuses. There's someoutpour of angst from social netthing soothing about taking all the working sites, one could easily hurt you feel and putting it into come to that conclusion. So why is words. It's sort of relieving to rait happening? Why are so many tionalize it in a way. After all, if

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Why Camp? By Emma Higgs

Camps come in a large variety, and almost everyone can find one suited for their needs. Band camps, sports camps, church camps, family camps, for campers and counsellors alike are available to those who wish to get away for a week, or more. At these special places, kids are forced to leave their comfort zone far behind, and get more than a little dirty. That is not a positive thing, you may be thinking. In fact, it sounds awful, you could also be thinking. However, I could argue that it is exactly what a child, or adult may need. There are a thousand lessons one can learn at camp in one week that could take someone years to learn on their own. And that goes for campers as well as counsellors, struggling to keep up with their energetic charges. Many Massey students reading this might also be camp counsellors themselves, and perhaps they would know what I mean. There is no faster way of learning how to take care of children than being responsible for 12 of them 22 hours out of 24. But even as you grow weary of being woken up at 2 am to go to the bathroom with an eight year old, there is no way around the fact that it is a very rewarding job. Watching children try an activity for the first time, grow confident in themselves and feel comfortable around new friends is an experience that changes you for the better as much as it changes the kids around you. Camper or counsellor, leaving Winnipeg and going to camp for a weekend, month, or entire summer is something I would encourage everyone to do. You might come back a little sunburnt and itchy, but the memories of sunny days on the lake and buggy nights around the campfire will be worth it.

Aliana Fristensky, Grade 12

Smile! No, thats awkward.

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Short Story: Number 114, prologue, part 1 by Tessa Brennan and Cassandra Bosc
Failed again. She always failed. No matter how many tests were run, how many boosts they gave her, she could never withstand them. Blowing a fine line of smoke from his pursed lips, he opened the file that was sitting on his desk. It was messy, his desk, like most of his office, covered in books and old reports he didnt dare throw out. The picture frames were empty and the room held very few personal items except for the laptop sitting open on his desk. He flipped open the cover of the file and a photo of a girl, very young, around eleven, looked up at him happily, with a toothy grin. He frowned. Taking the cigarette from his mouth and chapped lips, he rested it between two thin fingers; he examined the old photo carefully. She couldnt withstand the drugs, the tests or the mental training. He had suspected with her sister being such an accomplishment that the child would show potential, looks like they had been wrong. she went into fits every single time they tried to work on her. her a success? Her brain scans showed so much potential, but how could they unlock it? That was the He sighed leaning back in the ultimate riddle. How did they turn old leather chair stationed at his desk. His semi-white shirt crumpled something out of reach into something they could use? as he leaned his head back lazily. Using his toes, he twisted his feet If only I had stayed in the until he could kick off his mudtrenches, he thought, beginning to stained shoes. He put the cigarette reminisce. The war had been on for in his mouth again and started to so long, not many could remember lazily blow out streams of smoke. when it started or why exactly. It He undid the tie that was almost wasnt your usual war, one of counstrangling him and let it dangle tries, but a war of rank, the poor from the collar of his shirt. What and the rich. Wasnt that always the was he doing wrong? Running a war though? Under the flames, gunhand though his hair, he sighed. He fire and despair that had always was starting to grey. Which was been the secret war being fought for strange for a man of his age, maybe thousands of years. Even now, it it was the stress? Or the smoking? showed no signs of stopping. Either one could be the reason. But after he left, something inThe tip of the cigarette was start- side of himself felt like it had been ing to fall away. It sizzled and shrunken, or turned to ice. Maybe fizzed before the ashes spilt on to seeing people die every day did that his shirt and the folder when he had to you. It changed you. This placemoved it away from his mouth. He this place was nothing like the milihuffed, leaning forward to see the tary. damage to the folder. It had left a Something started to buzz in his grey streak on the paper. pocket, snatching him out of his Great, he muttered. Just fantastic.

memories and thoughts. He reached Again. into it, searching for his phone; his She didnt realize that her fate The picture of the girl grinned at was getting old, he started to conrested in her ability to perform. He him from under the ashes. He shook sider asking the company for a new couldnt let her fail; it was why he the folder over the trash and wiped one. Extinguishing the cigarette, he was here, what hed been hired to it off. Throwing it back on his desk put the phone to his ear. do. She was the only reason he was frustrated, he glared at the photo. still here with this high-paying job. Continuation next month/issue She had to stop failing. He couldnt let her fail anymore or But how? How could they make it would be on his head. Too bad

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A Room of Candles, a Deck of Cards, and a Perfect Stranger by Cassandra Bosc

Candles covered every inch of the floor in the dark space. They were all lit but you could not see what darkness lay beyond the halo of candle light. On the table in front of the ancient man was an old desk overcrowded with more candles of every variety. The desk was mostly crusted with still warmed candle wax. The candles burned brightly like small suns and illuminated a deck of cards. It was impossible to imagine the cards being anywhere but there. Though the ancient man never remembered how the cards had ever ended up at the table. They were quite puzzling indeed. cards. They fit perfectly in the crook between his thumb and fingers. He shuffled the cards, taking his time. He placed them back on the table and turned over the top card. It was the queen of hearts. He drew the second, the seven of clubs. But the card was reversed. He placed it beside the queen. The third would be the last. He drew it. His lips curled back and he chuckled darkly. It was the joker, the Fool. The ancient man saw the story unfold. shone like crystals. She had tears fall down her cheeks and she fled from the house. The door closed with finality. The ancient man closed his eyes and saw the final chapter of the story unfold through the eyes of another man; the Fool.

The Fool, a perfect stranger, sat at a desk with a gun in hand, angry tears leaving marks down his cheek like the beautiful queen of hearts. The Fool paused in hesitation. The ancient man opened his eyes and blew out a candle as quickly as a He saw a beautiful woman, with gunshot. The smoke rose in the air, hair like snow and skin like cream. like the smoking end of a gun. She smiled conveying her love and Time for another game The ancient man had the feeling warmth through it. Then he saw the he was to play a game of cards, his seven of clubs, the card of Luck. feeling a knife catching a snag in But it was reversed, therefore the the fabric. He picked up the deck mirror image. He saw the beautiful and felt the weight in his palm. woman scream and throw a wine There was a familiarity about those glass. It shattered and the shards

A short story excerpt: How to Paint a Heart by Raylene Paci

Each season has a distinctive colour to it. A tangible haze that surrounds each day and you can't escape it. It is there; it's always there. Fall is an earthy shade of green. It's peaceful, mellow. Orange leaves float gently through the air and the wind whispers soft melodies to an open sky. Winter turns to grey as nearly everything dies, but it's not over quite yet. It's never a full shade of black. It's just... grey. A murky shade of grey. Spring is an irritating shade of bright yellow, as the lifeless grass finally turns to a perky green; and, at least it's not dark anymore. But, summer is always red. It is as red as the heat that surrounds each day and it is as red as the emotions running through a teenage girl falling in love with a boy and I think I like summer. It can be 2 am, when the sun has finally departed from the sky, when the earth is seemingly dark and unmoving, yet you can still feel the taint of scarlet surrounding every thought moving through your mind. Summer is a world of its own and summer was always my season.

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Soft Seasons Flight

By Ian Mullins Come soft seasons flight Leaves hang low Above the gaping Midnight sidewalk Strung with Rustic acorns And rainbow pop cans Of the day drifted byAnd by Unto the flickering streetlamps Whose bulbs conveniently die When night takes watch Of the supper hour Not yet accustomed to the wind Nor heavy nor light But something only Silent strays Ever seem to know Though go gentle Unto the night And come again With dead seasons flight

Art and Photography

Angler Fish by Alyssa Wautier Medium scratchboard

Untitled Haikus
Submitted anonymously

Red Rose tea, endless thoughts, tears and expired dreams Is this growing up?

Always it is you You linger; you're my problem Yet you're the answer The Skatepark by Jaya Budhia

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September News in Review by Emma Higgs

sponsible for the attacks, with both The end of August was marked the rebel groups and the governwith worldwide alarm and fear over ment led by Bashar Al-Assad blamthe events that were unfurling in the ing each other. There has been no official confirmation on who was country of Syria. Most notably, were the reports and eventual con- responsible for the attacks or the firmations of gas attacks on Syrian exact death toll. The number of Outside the Westgate Mall during the attacks adults and children killed ranges civilians. The attacks, which from 281 to 1300 with different re- of this September. Source: ABC News caused symptoms such as nausea, shortness of breath and disorienta- ports from different governments siege for four days. Near the end of and organisations. This does not tion, also killed many adults and the siege, explosions were heard include the hundreds more affected children. The chemical weapons and three stories of the mall colby the toxic gas. were used in the morning of August lapsed in that area. Citizens and st 21 2013 around the east and out- Kenyan mall Attack officials from other countries such side the eastern border of Damasas the US and Canada were in the On September 21st, several cus. There is still much controvermall during the attacks, and it has masked shooters entered a mall in sy surrounding who is exactly rebeen reported that 2 Canadians the Kenyan capital of were killed. The Kenya Red Cross Nairobi and started puts the death toll at 71, with more shooting. As the gunmen expected to be found as the wreckmoved through the mall age of the mall is searched. The terthey let Muslims go and rorist group Al-Shabab has claimed and shot many others. responsibility. Undercover police and eventually Kenyan miliSources: BBC News, ABC News, tary surrounded the mall, CBS News and the mall was under Syria Chemical Attack

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