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    Now you may not believe it, but I have been a soldier for the past ten years. I say that you may not believe it because I am sitting in this prison scrawlling my story upon the wall, using whatever small stones I can find as a chalk. I have been a prisoner for the past eight years and I miss the smell of trees. I haven’t seen the sun in three years and haven’t walked on dirt in two. The concrete that constantly surrounds me is my home and my bed, the cell that was given so graciously to me has a small spring in the corner of the five by five by five cell, it’s more like a kennel though. if it wasn’t for the drain at the bottom of the door I would have drown in my first month. If my guard didn’t have strict orders to keep me alive for whatever reason, I sure I could have killed myself in the first month. I am regularly tortured and interrogated for information that I know nothing about. eight years out of the loop and I they interrogate me for events that happened three weeks ago. Sometimes I think that they enjoy torturing me, at least some joy is seen in this place.