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for the inevitable.
    ‘ Name?’ the voice said.
    ‘ Tommy.’
    ‘ Rank?’ the voice asked.
    ‘ Tommy.’
    ‘ RANK’ the voice was agitated.
    ‘ Corporal.’
    ‘ They don’t send Corporal’s out on missions like the one you were on. I say again, rank?’
    ‘ Oh fuck. Look me shoulder’s fucking killing me. I’ve been shot. Oh you dumb fuckers.’ Tommy spoke slowly as he tried to get them to understand. ‘I have beeeeeen shot, you know? Bullet? Gun? Shot? El shoto?’
    ‘ I understand everything you say. Ok, Ok, you want to make jokes, you want to test your strength, yes? Ok.’
    Tommy’s heart beat faster as he realised that getting clever with a man whom he could neither see nor touch might not have been such a good idea. ‘I’m just in pain, sir; I am in pain, that’s all.’
    Footsteps could be heard leaving the room with another set coming in. He heard the sound of shuffling about. ‘What the fuck are they doing?’ Tommy thought nervously.
    Out of the blue Tommy felt indescribable pain. The men in the room laughed and joked with foreign words as Tommy cried. The torturer, who Tommy could not see, had inserted a nail into the top of Tommy’s thigh with a hammer. Tommy shuffled as the pain shot up his leg. The nail wasn’t all the way in yet though. As the torturer twisted the nail round and round, Tommy could feel the head of the nail scrape his bone as it was driven in deeper and deeper.
    Screaming with rage and shuffling left and right in the chair with pain, Tommy let his anger be known. ‘I’m gonna kill all you fuckers, you fucking sick bastards.’
    ‘ Name and rank?’ the voice said with a hint of laughter.
    ‘ I told you! I fucking told you, my name is Tommy, and I’m a fucking Corporal! Arsehole!’ Tommy wanted to kill this motherfucker. No, Tommy wanted to rip this guy’s fucking eyes out with pliers, then set him on fire, and that would have been too good for him.
    ‘ Arsehole? Arsehole you say? You see, Tommy, I speak the perfect English. I understand everything. We are done with the questions for today.’ The voice then spoke what might as well have been Martian to Tommy. It sounded like people were leaving the room in some hurry.
    There was still someone in the room with Tommy, though. The door shut. Tommy heard the squeak of the door. He felt a sudden sharpness on his throat. Then what felt like a punch to his stomach, then again, then to his face, once twice, again and again. ‘Aghh, you fuck, you sick fuck!’ Tommy screamed. He was in pain, but he was also mad. He felt some of his back teeth get knocked out; he spat them to the floor as his head hung down taking punch after punch. The punching continued long into the night until Tommy passed out. He was tossed back into his cell.

Chapter Ten
    It seemed like as soon as I woke they were on me again, the fuckers. That’s the way it went for the first few weeks - sleep then a good kicking, sleep, then questions and a kicking.
    On this particular day I was lucky, though. Somehow my blindfold had loosened and I caught my first look around. My eyes hurt like hell and my vision wasn’t too good because I’d been in the dark more or less for weeks. Well, I say it was weeks, I was going by my body clock, it could have been days for all I know. I had managed to scout about with my eyes and realised that there were two floors. The first floor had two trucks parked inside. It kind of looked like an old warehouse with an upstairs - not too big. I was in one of about four cells.
    I wondered about Spade every night. I’d hoped he had survived but I knew the possibilities were slim. I wondered every night about Emma. How was she? Was she showing yet? I had to get home, I had to get home to my baby, and my baby to be.
    I was in a real shithole. It was daytime, there was a small window at the top of my cell, it had no bars or glass, just an open vent really with light shining in from the outside. Then, as the guards stormed into my