'A huge fist smacked me in the left shoulder; the world spun around me just as the mass of wet leaves on the trail came up to hit me on the face.
Pain. My world is full of pain. The room swims around; rough hands hold my arms and feet and throw me into my bunk. Someone says something about the enemy but my mind cannot focus on their words, only the pain. Just for a moment I imagine I saw Sgt 598’s face, blurred, peering at me but it wasn’t his voice. I don’t recognise the voice. It is coarse; it tells me to try and relax, that I’ll be fine.
Someone pulls my blanket up then there’s a sliding sound and a bright light, so bright— I cannot see anything...'
...excerpt from My Name is A Number