Shooting Stars and Artillery

As I gazed at the sky, I realized the horror of how trapped I was. Tomorrow I was to be interrogated. I don't want to give them information, but I've been here for three years. I don't know how much more I can take. I guess I could feed them false information. But then again, I haven't seen combat for three years. I don't know anything anymore. Why are they going to do that to me? They should realize I can't give credible information. Unless… shit… now they're just torturing me.

I looked back up to watch a shooting star fly overhead. I watched it fly by. Then there was a following streak of light. It began falling out of the sky. It crashed into the central command building of the camp. A screaming NVA soldier came running out of the building as it exploded. He turned and watched the building be engulfed in flames. A moment later his head came off. The familiar sound of a glass-packed M14 went off in the distance. NVA began running frantically in circles wondering what to do.

I looked at the rest of the POWs and nodded. "Help is coming guys," I said. "Help is finally coming."