WAR DADDY [3] sim Grimsley ‘The Play: War Daddy tells the story of two groups of orphaned teenagers drafted against their wil into feuding militia groups in an unnamed war-torn eauntry. One group travels with Eddie, the son of famous general, General Potent; while the other group, led by General Handsome, ims 10 capture Potent’ son and use him to barter for more power. As the teens fight for survival, they struggle to com- Drehend what it means to engage in a war that has raged for $0 long that no one remembers wen it began, or wt. When the two groups finally collide, the resolution is anything but expected. War Daddy examines what happens when future {generations inherit the battles we begin, asking the question ‘Whats the meaning of pace ft’ something we have 0 Kil for? ‘Time and Place: The future, A war-torn small town ina name: less country ‘The Scene: Nickel, another of Handsome’s young soldiers, who's tired of being hungry all the time, and isn't worth 3 ‘ime. rmcxet: My ma says she always called me nickel because I ‘wasn't worth a dime. My ma was American, a nickel is “American money, oft was. She got shot when General Potent Invaded Handsorneland. He sent tanks and infantry through ‘my town. Ma and me were living on the street, begging and stealing. Mostly stealing because begging didn’t do much ‘good any more, nobody had anything to share. can remember being hungry. Sometimes we had nothing 10 eat for so many days lost track These days we might skip 168 + Great Monologues fr Young Actors Vo: ‘a meal, sometimes; but that’s nothing like what | used to go through. These days | get a litle hungry on a march, but in those days, | would get hungry enough my stomach would knot into a marble right here, right in my gut, and even then T wouldn't get anything to eat. "We eat pretty good in the army. We eat alot of beans and potted meat and bread that’s usually pretty stale, Who knows the difference when you never get it fresh? You get used to stale bread after a while ‘When we're on patrol ike this we eat dy rations t's ke ‘gnawing ropes with the flavor of meat. But | even lke to eat that ‘Give me a sweet any day. Give me candy or a nce piece of {resh fruit ike we hardly ever get any more. Give me canned peaches or a bar of chocolate, and I'll shoot anybody you ‘want me toll shoot my own mother, who never wanted me to be in the army in the first place. I guess she wanted me to starve to death, like she Monologues for Young Men + 169