Chapter 22: The Great OneFor nearly two full days we marched, without once pausing to rest. After a whole day and night of constant travel, I expected them to set up camp for a respite, however brief. But they kept moving, sure and steady as the tide. All meals were taken on the march, curt courses of dried fruit and jerky, washed down with a perfectly rationed gulp of water. Nothing was wasted, not movement nor munitions.
I had to admire the tenacity of my captors; not once did they complain about the grueling pace, nor having to force me along non-stop. Eventually, my poor legs couldn't take the forced exercise any longer, and my energy waned. It didn't help that I was only given very brief water breaks, poured through my gag. They didn't risk removing it to feed me, less I got the urge
