Five Days in Hell, Part Two

Home Correspondence Five Days in Hell, Part Two

As dusk approached, we were offered a final meal of flat bread, roast chicken, and tomatoes.  The maniacal little leader came to watch us eat, all the while aiming his gun at us.  “Eat, eat.  Why do you have no appetite?  Are you afraid, American pig?” he said and . . .

Subscribers Only

Subscribe now to access the full article and gain access to other exclusive features.

Already a subscriber? Sign in here

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.