Monologue-> Jem's thoughts well in the POW camp
Not edited so mistakes are mine, rated pg13 for language. R+R
I hate this, being caged like an animal, being caught by the other side Fuck! There is no other side, were just men playing war for nothing, dying for nothing. No, don't think that James, we are fighting for a good cause and I will go home to Faith. Faith, my faithful firecracker, Faith. I will just try to choke down this gruel and live. Whatever I do I will live, even if it means giving up my soul to the devil if need be. I wonder do they the all-powerful guards find it intoxicating to watch the stoic squirm? The brave become weak. Do they get a buzz on the smell of fear? I know the smell of fear, its musky and putrid I would love to study the fearful but fear I am one of them…NO! I will never allow myself to show fear, not ever. To quote from a general who once said, "To show fear in the face of your enemies is to admit defeat" perhaps I should study the guards, or perhaps whatever all-mighty god allowed this war to happen? Fuck! I never truly understood, the word freedom until now, soon I shall be free.
I saw a soldier who looked like Walter, how dare there be a doppelganger of him here of all places, I spit at him, I wanted blood. Speaking of Walter I think I know the true voice of the "piper." It is the voice of the ages, savages out for blood, and battle cries from the ancients, a war song banging in the form of bullets and blasts. Loud and defining. The howl of the wounded and the dead. Shit when I think of all the hate and death and fear that is around me I want to yell like a mad man. Maybe, I am already insane…No I refuse to loose my sanity, I refuse to loose period. I have too much to live for. And when I leave this hellhole, I'll never again take life for granted. Come hellfire and brimstone, come what may occur, I will be ready. And that's a promise. And when I return home I will be in Faiths loving arms once again.