FADE IN: DREAM STATE SEES SOLDIERS IN UNIFORMS TIED UP AND BEING BEATEN:
Their faces are covered in blood, the four of them kneeling on the side of the small deserted dirt road. Their hands are tied behind their backs, fastened to their ankles with more rope.
They look like broken souls. Their uniform tops are soaked with the blood pouring from their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears. The blood has run down their bodies completely, solid dried red hides the green of their uniforms. They are scarcely recognizable as men.
They have been beaten badly, bones broken, and eyes swollen shut from hours of beating. Cavernous lines of blood outline what once were young faces, their images focused through one eye, the other has been so badly beaten that it no longer opens. I can’t hear anything other than the godforsaken ringing in my ears. The side of my head and face has received such a beating that my eardrum has succumbed to the trauma inflicted. My jaw wont move and I can barely breathe through my nose; it’s been broken and has swollen almost shut.
I’m in the back of a large open bed canopy truck, a deuce and a half. My wrists and ankles are bound behind my back. Walking up to the helplessly bound men along the side of the road, a tall blonde man holds a handgun to the first soldier’s head. I struggle against the ropes that bind me, yelling out in protest, it sounds more like a mumble. I can’t do anything to stop him, he simply laughs and pulls the trigger…
FADE OUT.