Eternal Internment

[AureumSaber]

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"Internment"
Date Unknown, Time Unknown
Pvt. Kelly "Kels" Vaughan
15th Special Operations Regiment.
Unknown Location.

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I do not know what day it is, I do not know what time it is, I do not even know what year it is. Truthfully what I know for certain these days does not amount to much.

I know I am in a cell, a small cramped and confined space that barely allows me room to lie down and do a push-up or any other form of basic excercise.

I know the guards in this prison are all Gallic. I assume Royal Intelligence, at least I know that the Agent who has haunted most of my nightmares ever since was Royal Intelligence. I do not know whether the guards that take me from my cell to him are also Royal Intelligence, Royal Police or Royal Marines, I do not get to see any uniforms to make a guess.

And I know they no longer have any use for me. Any secrets I'd might unlock already long spilled or expired to be of no value to the war back home. It explains why I haven't seen that Agent from Royal Intelligence so long.

Yet they keep me alive, they keep feeding me.

I have been waiting for the day they open my cell door and drag me out to line me up against a wall for execution for...

Surely, I've been here years but I do not know for certain.

Just like I don't know who or what my fellow inmates are or were. Any and all possibilities of contact have been eliminated, I tried speaking through the walls hoping there might be a fellow inmate on the either side I could talk to.

Silence was all I ever got back. My best guess is if I'm not in an isolated cell, that the walls have been soundproofed. Or perhaps there are no fellow inmates, perhaps they are keeping me in a prison where I am the sole prisoner.

All I know for certain is that I am alone, that my friends have probably written me off as dead, and there is nothing I can do to change that.

I am stuck here, forever, waiting for the day that cell door does open.

Waiting to die.

I do not know if they will keep me blindfolded for it or not. But I hope they don't, I want to smile at whoever it will be to pull that trigger.

Because death is a mercy compared to this monotonous routine, waiting and waiting for the three meals a day they serve, and then sleeping to repeat it all again.

Over and over again.

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