Entry Two: Thought I couldn't get any lower..Now they got me locked in solitary. Not my fault; Cellmate tried some funny shit, and I wasn't laughing. Can't complain though. Was getting sick and tired of boots who lost their chance to fight tellin me how I ruined mine. The guards pretended like they gave a damn, broke it up, but I know they believe it too. They ask where my medal is. Don't bother explaining. I don't say much though, don't say anything anymore. Only got me angrier, and them missing a few teeth. Had a couple of guys tell me I should be hanging right now. That the council balked cause of my father.. Like I'm privileged. Couldn't be any more wrong. I'm gettin the same treatment they are. The same slop shoveled onto my plate, sleep on the same piss stained cots. Long story short, I don't have any more sway then any other of these guys.. Difference is now I don't see them or anyone for that matter. At least it means no more fighting.. Not the kind I want anyway. Just wanna get the hell out of here and fight the bastards. Not likely to happen, but a man can dream. Getting too dark to write. Gonna try to sleep.. Only thing I can do besides thinking.