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Your the last remaining hostage of an American platoon captured in Iraq. The rest of your squad has been killed either in the battle to capture you....or by torture. Your commanding officers remain steadfast on thier "No negotiations" policy and things are looking grim for you. You havent eatin in days and the "Jumper cable" wounds on your genitals hurt more everyday. Do you talk? Do your try and escape? Your call...
Deep in the jungle, I couldnt be further from my home
Away from my troops I still decide not to talk and keep my subtle tone
Foreign languages around me, among the dead bodies and firepower
My captors speak quiet, debating what to do, this could be my final hour
But we do not negotiate, I will not aid these terrorist devils
As my heart jumps my throat dries, right now my fear has reached all levels
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