…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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