Interrogation…
“comrade, are you hungry? Would you want a piece of biscuit? You don’t have to suffer like that. Come on, are you a sergeant?”
“Yes comrade”
“Are you a section commander? Come have a biscuit.”
“Sorry, I cant tell you that.”
“Look at the others before you. Some of them told up informations about you all and they are treated like one of us. You need not suffer like the rest. What’s your objective in coming here?”
“Sorry comrade, I cannot tell you that.”
“Bastard. Guards! Get this guy out of here!”
A few men rushed into the room and dragged me out. On the way, one of them hastily blindfolded me once again. This time round, i am thrown into a tiny room, with my platoon mates before me. With arms bounded behind my back, i observed the dirty room through the corner of the hastily tied blindfold…