Prisoner Of War

DAY ONE

Desperation..... the only thing that will make a man fight for a sliver of hope...

first day in the P.O.W. camp..... i don't know what to say.... heavily armed and a lot of those bastards around. i wish i knew were the fuck i was but.... i got bagged. i can feel gun barrels jabbing me in the back and chains around my ankles and i keep having to slow down because the dumb ass attached to me keeps slowing down. i wish....BOOM.. "fuck!! what the fuck was that!" came from some were behind me. and i fell a big tug on my ankle chain. some metal on metal like something was being put in the chains. i wait a good ten minutes and i get pushed to start going and i don't need to stop. i later found out the guy i was attached to was killed and left behind. we get to the camp and some guy slaps me and then took the bag off my head. i straighting up, and i look around. the first thing to catch my eye was the short fat man in a bandanna looking at the guy next to me. "you wha you name?!" said the fat man "my name is l-lucky" said the man next to me in a shaky voice. SLAP! that small fat man slap him right in the face and told him "no that not you name. EVERY ONE HERE YOU HAVE NO NAME!!" lucky straightened up really fast. i whispered to him "nice to meet you." that fat man walked over to me and said "he you friend?" i answered with a simple no. "so you no know him? well why you talk to him?"  i stayed silent ... "SO YOU NO KNOW HIM! WHY TALK TO HIM!!" SLAP! i fell to the ground. i stayed down and looked up at him and then at lucky.... he looked at me with the what the fuck face. i stood up and that fat man yelled something and we were all hailed off

later that day

"hey its nice to meet you to" i tern and lucky is sitting on a log next to some guy who looked like skin a bones. "sorry it was nice of you to say that but from what i have heard about that guy he isn't one to disobey." i nod my head smile and walk away. "where are you going! hey wait up!" screamed lucky. "i don't know about you but i have a plan to get out of here. its not thought out but it will be soon" i whispered to him. "i still don't know your name. least you can do is properly introduce your self." said lucky. "my name is Jackson." i said to him quickly. "well Jackson, how old are you? where do you come from?" i said with a excited voice "why?" i said. "just tell me I'm not here to be some guy, you need to have friends here or your gonna go mad ha ha." lucky said. "fine, god. I'm from New York, and I'm 23, happy?" i said in an irritated voice. "cool cool, I'm 28 and from Colorado its nice a quite were I'm from." he said. "wanna meet some of the people i have been talking to?" he said with a high pitched squeal. "GOD! what was that!" i yelled. "ha ha sorry kinda a forced habit when i get excited" he answered. the intercom in the cam switched on and that small fat man came on and said something i couldn't understand and people with guns came out and got all of us and put us in this little hut like thing. they were small with at least 6 of us in one they come in, chain us up and leave. lucky wasn't in the same hut and no one really talked... every one just stayed quiet and feel sleep. that night i stayed up.. i couldn't help thinking about home warm, the smell of some food cooking and my dog Marsha......sweetest little thing in the world..... i looked up and threw a hole in the roof looked at the stars and a slow smile went a cross my face.