Wednesday, November 13, 2013

the war

…remembering… my squad was captured by four Japanese scouts two of my friends had been shot. As blood gathered on the cold cobble stone floor, I knew what they've been doing, torcher…


Blood trickled down my whipped back, “what is your message you are to deliver to the general?” I coughed up yet another lot of blood as I tried to speak, the Japanese torturer then screamed three choices, tell the message and my team freed, have my squad to be tortured until death or me. I was in cell when I reached for my guard’s Colt I thought damn Japanese…        

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