The
cold, the fear. It's humide out there, and I can't see a thing.
What ? I don't know. Breathing, it is the most important.
Suffocating. It's stuffy. A cellar. In dark. I can't remember... I
have a headache. Where am I exactly ? I remember just a little.
I am in Scotland, in an underground passage. It's not a cellar. I am
in the camp of the enemy, a prisoner. When? On the 24th
January 1943. I am just a soldier, treated like a puppet. I wanted to
protect my homeland but I was caught by the invader, during a
mission. It has been one month since I am here. I made friends with
the rats. I share my meal with them. I became like them: a poor rat
lost full of grime. I am a poor human rag. I miss my family. I don't
want them to know what I became. I would doubtless never see them
again. I am tortured everyday. They want information. They
will have nothing. I know nothing. I am just a soldier. It is the
war.
I
hear a noise. They get closer. No!!!
This
time I will escape. I can't stand anymore, the hunger, the thirst all
this is too hard for me. They open the door. They are two. I throw
myself on the first one and drill him the stomach with the end of a
rusty metal winch I found by groping at the bottom of my prison. The
second takes me by surprise. I forget everything around me. I fall.
It's fuzzy. I die slowly; he shot on me. My only regret is not to be
able to say goodbye to my wife and my two children...
I leave this
world. It's not serious; I would have at least the merit to have died
for my homeland. I hope that I would go to Heaven... Not enough
luck... I merit Hades. I had killed a person for my survival. But I
feel that I finally see the end of the tunnel. I am going to find my
brothers who died in the fight.
Goodbye
George
Harrison
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