Jungle drum

(From the interview with staff sergeant Kate Morrisson, as told to Female
POW magazine #42, nov/dec/ 2016)

"One very early morning, one of the guards came in and pulled me up by my hair. Two months earlier, when they caught me, he wouldn't have been able to do so, but by then it was about half long, and I hated it. Even as a young girl, I always had my hair cut short. And now it was irritating, itching, clinging, and in my face all of the time, and without the use of my hands I could never correct it. All I could do was shake my head, or try to blow it out of my face.

Anyway, we went outside, me stumbling after him, half bent over, his hand still in my hair. My arms were behind my back, tied into a box tie, and I had a hard time keeping up, not seeing clearly, trying to avoid roots and holes. I heard other men, laughing and talking, shouting. I didn't understand a word
of it, of course, but they seemed very excited about something.

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