By Joemal

Sitting on the cot across from me was a mid-20s soldier who was recently put through some punishment.  He sat there staring at my completely exhausted body.  I was out like a light. My body smells soon took over the tiny cell.  The toned soldier got off the cot and looked outside the cell as if to see if the coast was clear and then he came over to me.   He kneeled down beside me, his hands resting on the side of the cot.  He observed my slow shallow breaths.  The jarhead studied my body wondering what types of evils they put me through.  My skin was still shiny from being drenched with sweat.

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