LIAM
I am standing on somebody's chest that I do not know. I have no idea who this man is or who I am. He just told me that I am in Afghanistan and for some reason, this does not help me at all. What am I doing here? Am I staying here? Am I working here?
I can see that the man is very much afraid of me and then I ask him another question.
"What is written on my uniform?"
I can see him frown at my question and I know that it is a ridiculous question but I need to get some kind of answers.
"What de f**k?! Can't you read?"
I am beginning to feel a bit irritated with this guy that first had a gun in my face and now he is the one asking me ridiculous questions.
I press a bit harder with my knee on his chest and then I say. I hear him moan as the pain of my knee is probably excruciating.
