Biting the Bullet

May 21, 2009
It’s the eighth week since my wooden cell’s steel door opened last. Now, I fear for myself, for this if the last time I’ll hear it. I was captured by these Japs eight weeks ago, I thought I’d plan an escape by now; guess the only plan left is to fight. I kick, punch, and flail fiercely; but as I accidentally bite the barrel of a TERA Riffle…

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