"The disgrace that has descended upon me is overwhelming! What will become of me? No, I choose not to ponder my future, but to wallow in my shame. Only much pain, agony, and anguish are to follow. How could I have been captured? To be a prisoner of war shames me.
             Presently, I sit before my captors who are performing a rigorous examination and a herd of questions are open. I choose not to participate in the answering of these questions. What use is participation now? I shall not be remembered as a war hero of valor, gallantry, spirit, and bravery. Rather, I will be remembered as a prisoner --- a huddled mass of infertile soil that never produced any crops.
             I represent cowardice now, while my fellow men shall be accordingly esteemed for their representations of courageousness. My utmost desire was acknowledgement --- acknowledgement for my deeds and performances of bravery during this war. But at this instant, my potential for positive recognition has vanished.
             I am utterly embarrassed to be counted, not among the great, but among the lowly, lesser, prisoners of war. Captives are not to be appreciated. I regret my option to hate or dislike the people who have captured my very hope.
             I would much rather be a man and maintain my characteristics as a mature man. A mature and proud man would beat and defeat his enemy fairly. He would not complain and would not resort to the childish satisfaction of simple hate for the winners.
             I choose to be silent, always silent. Consumed in my thoughts and feelings, I analyze myself. Not only was the enemy extremely successful in it's last charge, I have become a reward for their success. I have made the enemy's success greater by allowing myself to be captured.
             I witnessed my fellow men perish at the hands of the adversaries that were full of intelligence and fueled by rage. Defending one's country is the epitome of honor. In dying f
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