"with out you I'm misery..."I trailed off into the night. "But no!!! You had to go!!!!" I yelled. 

"Listen, Tork! If you don't shut up, I'm going to shut you up!!!" The private guarding me threatened me.

"Oh really?" I laughed.

"Yes! Now shut your mouth for once!" He said angrily.

"I don't think you'll do it." I chuckled.

"I'll do it alright, even if it will get me sent home."

I just sighed and laughed to myself. Then quietly I began singing again. 

"Motor cars, handle bars, bicycles for two....Broken hearted jubilee."

"Oh not again!" The man groaned.

I continued a little louder this time. "Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two...sentimental jamboree..."

Again I got louder, almost to the point of screaming now. "Bye, Bye say the sign in the shop window. Why, Why says the junk in the yard! Ya-Da-Dah-Dah-Dah-Dah-Dah-La-Da-Dah-Dah-Da Ya-Da-Dah-Dah Dah-Dah!! Bye, Bye says the sign in the shop window. Why, Why says the junk in the yard. Ya-Da-Dah-Dah-Dah-Dah-Dah-La-Da-Dah-Dah-Da Ya-Da-Dah-Dah Dah-Dah!!"

Now at a full scream I sang! "Candle sticks, building bricks, something old and new. Memories for you and me--" But I was cut off as a shot rang out and a bullet grazed my neck. I snapped up and stared the man down. 

He was aiming at me with his rifle locked. 

"You wouldn't shoot me. You would have done it already!" I teased him. Inwardly I did believe he'd do it. And I wanted him to. 

"You're too scared." I smiled as I walked slowly to the cage. The man's gun was pointed straight at my chest now. His heated eyes just a foot from my own. 

Do it. I willed him. Shoot me!

I guess he saw it in my eyes though. Or I had become telepathic. The private lowered his gun and stumbled backwards. 

"You want this?" He whispered in horror. "You want me to shoot you! Well, I'm not going to do it! You can holler and scream and insult me all you want! I won't do it!" The private sat down in the dirt outside of the cage and put his fingers in his ears. 

Angrily I sat back down in my cell and sulked. My plan had failed.

For the first night since Mike died, I fell asleep. Pure exhaustion and defeat taking over me.