The Prisoner
The private had been brought to the interview room from his cell. He knew why. They were coming to get him. To take him back to fight. He knew he would never fight again. Two years of pointless fighting and killing had had an effect, and had turned him into an anti-war supporter, and he knew nothing could change that. A month in this shithole had given him the time to think about how a war of defence and liberation had turned into one of aggression and conquest. He had come to the conclusion that those at the front getting killed and wounded on a daily basis were being lied to, whilst those running the show back at home were living it up very nicely, thank you very much. The door opened and two people entered, an officer, with the braggadocio of a strutting magpie, and an NCO. The officer spoke. “Do you not stand to attention and salute an officer, private?” The private said nothing and remained seated, he had no respect for these people. “You are going bac...