Hellooooo forumland! We are back after my RL POW-camp is over! So time for the next part, as well as an additional challenge: the first one to spot the two movie references in this part gets a cookie.
Without further ado:
PART 5: POW!
So: Camp OompahLoompahBoo! Well, that's what it sounds like to me anyway. I have spent a week or so here as a guest of the commies. I expected the HQ to have sent a rescue team by now, but yet here I still am. Didn't they get my secret message cunningly disguised as Christmas card?
Well, so far I'm at least still alive. If anything is going to kill me, it's boredom. The commies gave me this tent and I haven't had much anything to do besides sitting here. Of course, as an officer I have participated in some interrogations...
But they have mostly proven fruitless and the commies gave up early. So instead they forced me to do some menial tasks under strict guard. Such as keeping their tents warm while the lazy pigs slept.
But for some reason they haven't ordered me to do anything except to sit in here in my tent lately. Well, I have time, and it can't be too long before the HQ notices I'm missing and will send a rescue team to haul me out of here. I'm sure of it: They can't fight this war without me! And besides, Colonel Smith is a personal friend of mine!
"Colonel Smith? May I interrupt, Sir?"
"What is it, Captain Miller?"
"I have the report from Durras, Sir. Final list of casualties."
"Spit it out, Captain."
"Yes, Sir. Private Appleworth: KIA."
"Notify his family immediately."
"Will do, Sir. Furthermore, Private Beam: WIA."
"Hopefully the medics will patch him up quick. We need all the men we can get. Who else?"
"Corporal Callington: Unharmed, but in shock."
"He'd better snap out of it before the reds overrun us. Who else?"
"Lieutenant Doltstein: MIA."
"Who?"
"Lieutenant Doltstein, Sir."
"We have Lieutenant called Doltstein?"
"Sir, he was in charge of the operation after Major Doe fell!"
"He was?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Are you sure, Captain?"
"Yes I..." [Sudden silence]
"So, Captain: the list?"
"Sergeant Eden: KIA."
"Damn, he owed me a beer!"
On the other hand, Colonel Smith might be busy. And a good soldier knows how to take initiative! I must find a way to escape from here myself! Think Doltstein! What would Patton do?
I WOULDN'T GET CAPTURED, JERK!!!
In retrospect, WWPD never worked as well as they advertised in the Academy. I must...
Wait! Footsteps! Someone is coming!
Ey! Amerika! You go! You die! Today! First truck on ze right. No trick! Trick you die quick!
S'yeah! Like you creeps didn't point out 1,000 times already that there is a sniper in that tower watching my tent. Sigh, well whatever. I have better chance to escape while they are moving me to Lord knows where.
OK, First truck on the right. It must be that one in front of me. Right is where the camp's wall is and left is where the barrack's wall is. I'm an American officer, I know these things!
But wait a second? If I turn around...
Now right is where the barrack's wall is and left is where the camp's wall is!
And now it's the other way around again!! Left can be right and right can be left!! Incredible architechture!!!
But they won't fool me! Since he was standing opposite to me, he must have meant his right, which is my left. So the correct truck is that one at the end of the row.
Sigh, work, work, work, can't they make anything convinient around here. No wonder my country has capitalism while they are stuck with communism!
Ooo, the commies are having an assembly! Oh lord, hear my prayer and give me a grenade.
No? A machinegun then?
Pistol?
BB-gun?
Bah!
OK, first truck on the commie's right. This is it. There are some boxes and stuff in here, but I think I can fit in somewhere between them. I wonder if there are going to be others in here? At least so far I'm alone.
Well, since it seems we are not in a rush, I suppose I have time for a cigarette pause. I still have one in my pocket...
