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I could only i on my skin

“Worms!”

I felt so my foot Then it barked

“Worms! Get away from him, he dirty!”

Ahhh Wor

It was so hot I should surely be dead by now I think the pain radiating fro me alive It wasn’t that I had a will to survive

I thought of stories from the ounds so horrible or aed their comrades to shoot them, to put theun and shoot me in the head

I felt so ave out a groan The boys shrieked in terror

“Oh, Jesus, the man alive!”

“Run!”

I heard the away fro as he ran after them

I wanted to tell them to please coround just once more before I died

That was not to be I couldn’t just hang here like this, waiting to die The best I could hope for was to hasten it along

I began wriggling et it out from between the rope and my neck

Part Four