The Frogman Brotherhood

17th of August 2005.

Lashkar Gah, Helmand Province, Afghanistan

I woke up to the bright phosphorescent lights of a cell. A small cell, too small for me to lie down in. I had a rag tied around my mouth to silence me, but that was the least of my worries. On the other side of bars was a table. Concrete. And a burly Arab sitting at it, smiling. He asked the armed guards to open the cell gate, and he ushered me towards a chair opposite. He was still smiling, his evil presence shattering my confidence. Each step closer was a step closer to death, and he knew I knew this. "Luckily for you I hate Americans," he proclaimed arrogantly as he spat at my feet. " So, American, I make you deal," he pointed at me "You give me information, you die. You dont give me informtion, you die. But your mother will recieve your head in a package. A momento of your life, if you like."

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