I was woken up by a kick to my stomach and I coughed up blood as I rolled over in pain. I was once again dragged out of my cell and dragged into another room. This time I was tied to a chair in the dark room and the only light shone through a small window high above me. I didn't know how long I had been here, the days had all blurred together. All I knew is while I sat here waiting in the dark silence, struggling to even raise my head, I prayed.
I no longer prayed to return home safe, this time I was praying for death. The torture the hostiles had inflicted on me had broken me but not in the way they had intended. I was never going to give up the information they sought, I was never going to turn my back on my country, my friends, but, I had now given up and was now willing to welcome dea
