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"We were well into our second day on the courts, and we had not been fed. I tried counting the number of prisoners on the courts. I would count one row, then multiply the number of rows. Then my brain would go dead and I would lose track. I would start again, but finally gave up. The sun was baking my head. I tried putting my head between my knees, and clasping my hands on the back of it. It helped, but I couldn't stay in that position for any length of time. Prisoners were passing out all over the courts from the heat, and lack of food and water.
...I sat and looked around , then I realized that all of us were baking in the heat and slowly dying...,
I had lost any energy I had left. I no longer had any desire for life. I wasn't suicidal, just resigned to whatever fate had in store for me. I would fight no more. I sat and stared and saw men staring back at me, their eyes not recognizing my existence. Another night passed, and it took more prisoners with it. The morning light exposed more bodies among the rows of prisoners. The prisoner next to me was slumped over, and the one in front of me was pitched forward. For whatever reason, my mind came alive. I began to plan again. My brain was humming and thinking. I must survive. I had to find a way."
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