No One Knew Their Names

Bad news! I'm afraid getting rescued is going to be harder than any of us anticipated. And I want to beat some sense into this whole blasted island!
     But first things first....Ralph came back and called a meeting. He said this really was an island-- and bright blue ocean all the way to the horizon. They went up to the mountaintop, and apparently Jack almost killed a pig! A pig! Imagine that! As if pigs were our highest priority right now.
     So we're on an island. But no one knows where we are. How could they? I'm only guessing they were sending us to the Falklands-- it could've been anywhere! And would they know where we had been shot down? How long before they realized we'd never arrived? And would anyone even care? Ralph says his dad's in the Navy. Apparently the Queen has a great big map on her wall with every island on it, so maybe we'll be alright. Maybe this island isn't quite as invisible as I'm thinking.
     At the meeting, there was a boy-- a boy with a mulberry birthmark. He said there were snakes in the jungle-- beasties. I thought he was talking nonsense, but now I wish I'd taken him more seriously. Or at least been kinder. I know what it's like to be ridiculed. I ought to know better.
     The one thing the meeting did establish was that we need to make fire to be rescued. But then everyone rushed off to the mountaintop right away, and left me behind! I can't run (on account of my asthma), so by the time I'd gotten there they'd already made a great big pile of wood! I hadn't even caught my breath before they all stormed me! And then they ripped my specs clear off my face! Right off! Not so much as a "May I?" or "Pardon me!". And all that because they needed my specs to light a fire! They could have at least asked! I would have done it myself!
     And after all that, they didn't even get a good smoke column from that great pile of wood! What a waste! And then the fire spread! They hadn't even had the thought to contain it! Soon half the bloody island was alight! And that's not all of it! Some of the little kids-- the real little ones-- were gone. Gone, and the island was on fire! They said they had gone down to eat fruit in the jungle. All of them-- the kid with the birthmark-- gone! And all because some stupid kid--! I can't even explain how angry I am. One day in and we've lost who-knows-how-many people! I don't even know! I couldn't get a proper count, and I never knew any of their names. No one did.