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The sound of his feet on the wooden stairs echoed in her conscious as he descended into what she assumed was the basement. This was a sound she had come to know during her time in captivity, time that seemed to slow into an eternity. She had not left the small room that was her cage since he had brought her here, a room that seemed to shrink by the second. It was dark, lit only by a dim lamp set atop a small, wooden night stand. The low wattage bulb never seemed to fight back the shadows that...

I see you every day, Passing by your pain stricken face, Seemingly oblivious to your silent screams for help, I choose indifference. I see you every day, Tears smearing the makeup meant to hide the bruises, I look down to check the time, My way of avoiding the obvious. Does it mean anything that you occupied my thoughts, That I wanted to help you but never did? The paper falls to my tidy little desk, There again is your face. This time you are smiling, In the bold print of black and wh...

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It was approximately 0200, I knew this because I lay awake watching the blazing blue numbers on the digital alarm clock tick by. It wasn’t unusual for me to be awake watching the alarm clock or staring at the shifting shadows on the stark white ceiling. It is hard for someone who is accustomed to a certain way of life to adapt to a different one, especially when that way of life is what makes them who they are. They called it transition and said, “Its normal and it will pass”. I had my doubt...

It was a night like any other, another late patrol for the "dependable" chalk. The blackhawk helicopter was a roar in my ears as I looked at the faces of the men I was responsible for through the dim glow of the instrumentation lights. I always looked at their faces, I never wanted to forget what my responsibility was; bringing them all back alive. I counted and recounted, had to know the number of men with me as I wasn't getting back on this bird if I was missing even one of them. Through t...