10 days maybe a few weeks after my capture? housed with the other prisoners from various units. not many of us 12? 15? my luck had held. our captors did not know I was not the young boy they thought me.
it was not pleasant but nothing torturous. we were fed crap food, slept on hard earth floor, not many blankets n such. we might have been shoved on occasion, but mostly they mocked us, jeered us in broken language
So now observers have you enjoyed your trip?
Did you see what you wanted?
Don’t worry we still have sights for you don’t we …
and they would laugh.
eventually the tempo seemed to increase, the shoves turned to occasional slaps or spitting or tripping or a kick. I was lucky enough to be nimble but was more uncomfortable with the rough seduction attention paid to me –
beautiful boy, fine young fellow,
remarks about the smoothness of my skin –
that made me feel ill.
one morning earlier than usual, the sun rise hardly bringing colour to the sky, we were roughly called to attention.
Marched out one by one single file
For a moment I thought, this is it. But out in the yards well covered by the weapons of our guards we were each handed a dirt shovel herded up onto the flat bed of a truck.
we were driven a for miles
the country side
old pasture ground
circled by woodland.
we disembarked, well aware of much activity around us.
other trucks
soldiers
some in uniform
some not
all with weapons and belts of ammo.
we were told –
now observers you will see.
come on move.
we were brought to where there were great slopes of fresh dug earth
equally mounds of whitish sand or maybe powder,
past which a long ditch.
my stomach churned
I knew this was death.
other trucks covered in canvas arrived. stopping in the distance. Backed toward our direction. Some of the men form lines parallel to each other at the backs of the trucks. Others I’d say about 20 stood nearer the pit by us. Then the back of truck was opened. Men women children pushed dragged thrown –
beaten between the lines of waiting men
run you fuckers! run!
clothes grabbed torn, some naked by the time they were lined up in small groups. Then facing the ditch
immediately shot by the soldiers who had been waiting near to us.
a whole truck load maybe 30 maybe 40 done like that.
now observers something to see yeah.
now shovel! shovel! or you next.
we were to shovel layer of white then layer of earth. my group on one end another group at other end.
once done another truck was emptied. beaten naked people shot . again we’d shovel. I had been trained to be a soldier; I had been trained to kill in official and non-official capacity but this…
I could not breath I could not think.
scorpion night 9 pd lyons
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