I was captured by the enemy and thrown into a jail cell.I was sure from their looks and 1 treatment that I was to be killed the next day.Terribly nervous and worried,I felt in my pockets to see if there were any cigarettes,which had 2 jailers’ search.Surprisingly,I found one.But because of my shaking hands,I could 3 get it to my lips.After several attempts,I finally succeeded,but almost immediately 4 that I had no matches.They had taken those away from me.
I looked through the bars at my jailer.