Storm the front
“Don’t move. Whole lot, you all are captured and are now prisoners of war of our country”
Large groups of elite soldiers stormed into our harbouring area for the night. People inside are pinned down by force and equipments are pulled and ripped away from us. One by one, all are thrown outside in the open, lined up in a straight line, blindfolded, lying on our bellies.
We are made to wear our uniform inside out, each given a POW number.
“You all will address us with respect. Either yes comrade, or no comrade.”
Blindfolded, we are ushered into holding areas. One by one we are called out.
“comrade 54!”
“yes comrade!”
Soon i found myself being pushed into a room, for once i can see again…