They had had me strapped up, they had shouted, "Shoot! Now!" But I couldn't bring myself to do it. So they drugged me, and when I woke up from my sedation had shot my best friend. I had killed the person who, no matter what, was always kind to me. And I had killed him. They threw me back in prison, and I went crazy. I slammed my head against the bars until I bled. I screamed like a crazed animal. They were ruthless. When I was led out, I was crying. It had been 2 weeks since my shooting. I was to be moved into the POW camp, but I was not to be a POW. I was to be a guard.