Publisher's Synopsis
"Shoot him!" came the order from the soldier sitting at the wheel of the black Mercedes Benz. All my hair stood on my head. My mouth went dry. My vision blurred. I felt very small instantly in my body. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't move. In my mind I was already waiting for the gunshot. I refused to walk into the dungeon in front of me. I know it was broad daylight in my own town. I was so weak I wanted to sit down. Two men took out their revolvers and now flanked me. In my ultimate attempt for life, I shouted," God! What have we done? "Every one was quiet. There were six of them. All in their grey military fatigues.
