POV: Tom. The picture in the header is of an actual Nazi Prisoner Of War camp with British Soldiers during WWII! 😔😢

The next few months of filming were brutal. I can only imagine how and what these brave men must have truly faced in the actual hell of POW camps. I was just acting it out... it is completely unfathomable what suffering they endured. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.

Ron ordered us to be on a strict diet, to fully embody the authenticity of our characters, being practically starved to death. I was the thinnest I've been in years... probably the last time was this thin, when I was filming Harry Potter, portraying Draco Malfoy.

I was beyond ecstatic that my girl, my love, my Emma, and my everything, was with me here in Germany. She came everyday to set... And when I was in dire need to eat something... she was my fulfillment of my hunger...

But I could tell it was hard for her, to see me this way. I had a feeling Emma wasn't going to stay long during the next few scenes.

It was extremely cold today, while we were filming. Of course with it being Christmas next week, it was was going to be cold. I could feel my body becoming numb through my scrounging POW camp uniform. Ron was giving us three weeks off and to return to finish filming after the holidays.

It snowed last night, so the next scene to film was going to be extremely difficult to get through...

I got into my character mode of Jack Brighton as soon as Ron yelled, "ACTION!!"

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My bunk mates and I devised a plan to escape this hell...

We'd been digging a tunnel underneath our barracks, in the deep underground dirt for almost a year now.

Everything was running smoothly. We now calculated we could make a run for it in the next few months.

The perfectly planned underground clandestine tunnel, was created by the hands of men, of soldiers, who had been through such travesty's such as myself, who had been caught and brought to the purgatory lair. God only knew what was going on inside and outside of this hell. We began hearing abominable rumors of other hells that were surrounding us. Death camps for the Jewish people. The horrors of such atrocities made my stomach turn...

Our escape tunnel route was held up by wooden boards and hand made tiny lanterns, that we made from our beds and old pieces of tin, to guide us through the small looking pully system, to push us out of the entrapments of inferno, through into the woods. We worked our hard labor days during the daytime... And at night we took turns digging out the tunnel.

We were watched twenty-four seven... our secrets were very hard to keep hidden. Everything was going to plan... until today...

The Nazi guards were in their usual suspects of intimidation. Walking by us and holding their weapons, that made them think they were all mighty and powerful.

The devils in their grey, black, and white nazi garbs gave surprise inspections. One was happening in our barracks. I watched out of the corner of my eye, while working on moving my daily pile of large stone bricks, from one end to the other. Suddenly, one colonel came out looking infuriated. Fuck...

"SIE!" The one we called 'The Mini Führer', was making his way over to me, pointing his baton at me gesturing to come to him. He was cruel and easily offended, the perfect example of 'little man's disease...' I had picked up some German while here in hell. I knew this wasn't good.

I reached up to him as he punched me in the stomach with his battalion.

"Uuuggghh, fuuucck..." I winced aloud, he truly hit me. Ron wanted this to be as authentic as possible...  For a moment, I bent over holding my stomach and coming up quickly for air, coughing, and to prove he wasn't going to get the best of me.

I glared in his cold dead eyes as he yelled at me in his native tongue, that honestly shook me to the core. But I never let them know it...

"Es fehlt Bett, wo es ist?!?! Unruhestifter!!!!"
The Mini Führer roared, There's a missing bed! Where is it?! Then cursed my nickname they gave me several months ago, TROUBLEMAKER... I had caused a few quarrels with these arsebags and wouldn't let them run me over, even if I had to suffer the consequences.

I answered him back in German, I had learned over the past year, with my jaw clenched in loathing disgust. "Ich weiß nicht, was du meinst." I don't know what you mean...

The next thing I knew he was beating me to a pulp. I'd rather suffer for my men, then to blow our efforts to escape. We needed more wood to hold up the dirt better in the underground tunnel. We tore down another bed last night to use its wood. Obviously they noticed...

"Oommpphh, god dammit..." I groaned as this bastard was kicking me my stomach. While I tried to protect myself, rolling on the frozen snowy chilled ground in pain. He stopped for a moment watching me to see what I would do next, a torturing test... I then caught my breath, crawling my weak beaten body forward, and stood up before him again.

He evilly grinned at my daring cunning attitude. I wanted to fall to the ground from my excruciating pain. However, I stood valor in my stubbornness before him, never faltering.

BOOM... was all I felt as he cold cocked me with his battalion straight in the nose, knocking me backwards, breaking it. My nose was supposed to be forced over to where 'Jack' described as seeing it under his right eye close to his cheekbone. The acting of this man portraying the mini fürher, was incredible. I truly thought he broke my nose. Even though we were pretending... I also heard Emma scream in the background on set. Guaranteed she left...

I fell over on my hands and knees, bringing my right hand to hold my nose. Catching my bearings. I came too and forcefully stood to confront the arse who was abusing me, bringing my hands to lay to my side... in the real world, I would've already killed him.

I coughed out blood... and sneezed out blood... onto the snowy dirt ground, as my abuser laughed in taunting at me.

I glared in hatred at him shaking.

I then grabbed and held my 'broken nose' and forced it back in place.

"AAARGGGHHH!!!"

"AAAARRRGGGHHHAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

I roared in fury of inner anguish becoming a mad man, before one of the devil's spawn. I was crazed. I couldn't even feel my throat anymore I was hollering with all of my decaying might... my voice was hoarse, my veins were popping out of my throat, my eyes were bulging in such intensity, I thought they might come out. Fake blood, my own blood, and my saliva was spewing out of my nose and mouth profusely.

He looked at me, for the first time being petrified. He then glared at me with utter disgust and disbelief. You could tell he was embarrassed by me not backing down to him.

"DER KÜHLER!!!" He spat in ordering my punishment, I was all too familiar with... having been there four other times out of my defiance.

The Cooler... was a dark, cold, concreted jail for men like me to hold in contempt.

I walked in a limp, to the jail with the mini devil following behind me, with his gun now pointed at my back.

As I wobbled to my new home for the next month, my fellow prisoners, soldiers, and brothers, started slowly clapping in unison at my efforts to stand up.

Suddenly, it turned into a massive uproar in cheering me on and celebrating. My actions were not only for me, but for them as well. My actions told the Nazis, they were not going to win no matter how much the broke us.

"BANG!" I flinched thinking I had been shot in the back. I looked down at my stomach expecting to see a bloody punctured wound coming out of the front of my body. But I there was no evidence of being shot... I turned to my right and then noticed my friend Lloyd, had been shot dead by the evil mini führer.

I was shaking in distraught. But I held my act together, knowing I would be next if I did something else.

My fellow prisoners circled around my friend. I never saw him again...

The mini führer threw me into my cell. Screaming at me again. I sat in the corner burying my head in my knees ignoring his outbursts.

I waited until he was gone and cried my loss and my sorrows aloud.

"AAAHHH GAAWWWD! Forgive me, Lloyd... it's all my fault you're gone...." my body convulsed in my cries finishing my declarations to my friend. "I promise you will not have died in vain! We are going to get out of here god dammit!!" I sobbed...

Then instantly going to my place of heaven, remembering my Isla. She was the only one who kept me alive and kept my sanity...

I hid her picture and her bible in my boot, that always on me... because I knew the Nazis would've confiscated it on my arrival.

I retrieved my love, looking deeply at her, smiling at me in her half naked body... I sniffed and closed my eyes remembering her touch, her sweetened perfume, her beauty, her natural gorgeous aura, the way she tasted, the way she felt... it was all embedded into my brain for eternity... the tears strolled down my cheeks in haunting dismay. I kissed her picture that now had aged mud, dirt, and blood all around it.

I pulled it back opening my tired eyes, gazing at my beautiful wife again. I laid my bruised body down on the cold ground, shaking and holding her in my hand against my chest almost feeling as if she were really here. I could feel her warmth laying next to me. I whispered aloud, "I promise, Isla...  I'm coming home to you, love..." and fell asleep from exhaustion...