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Nightime
Ray:
I can't sleep tonight, the screaming across the grounds is maddeining. I don't know who it it is but I find myself praying to GOD that he takes this poor soul.
Hannibal and I been talkin about an escape plan, but by the looks of it we may die in here before we get the chance.
Can't talk like that around the kid though. Gotta let him believe there is hope, even though I'm sure he knows I'm lying my ass off.
He shouldn't be here in this jungle, with the heat and the bugs trying to eat what little flesh you have left on you. Hell, he should never have been in this war.
I think the kid would be better if Murdock hadn't lost it, not that I blame him. Hell if I got tortured like he did, I would have lost it too. Captains always get it the worst of it, he will come out of it, Murdock is strong.
B.A is acting tough, though I know he is breaking down. He cries at night, when he thinks the rest of us are asleep. At first I thought he was cryin for Face or Murdock, and I was gonna console him, but when he said 'momma' I never moved.
After all, a man should be able to cry in peace.
Hannibal is doing his best to keep it together. I catch glimpses of the jazz in his eyes, but they are coming few and far between now. He sits right at the front of the cage studying the grounds and the guards. I tried doing it to, trying to help out with some ideas, but my mind wandered to where it always goes.
Trish.
My sweet Trish. She is what keeps me going on those days I wish death would sweep in and carry me off. I tell myself everyday that I will come home to her.
Sometimes I actually believe myself.
I have to believe in something, cause out here there is nothing.