Men in Green.

The train. I`m inside the train. It`s moving fast. I can hear the rattling and the screeches. I`m surrounded by men. Men dressed in green with solemn faces. They are armed. Helmets, boots, ...some sort of soldiers. I look down ...gloves, a rifle, boots. I`m one of them. It`s quiet. Quiet for so many men.....only men. A lone soldier is patrolling the aisle. A supervisor maybe. I look outside the window. It`s dark. The rain is drumming against the window. 

Where am I?..Who am I?...what the hell.. I can`t remember anything. The soldier beside me takes out a mag and starts reading. I try to see what it`s about. Suddenly the supervisor type of guy enters the carriage. The mag is shoved towards me. I am dumbfounded. As I start to speak, the supervisor comes screaming at me. He`s in rage. Apparently I have offended him. With eyes bulging out and nerves popping, he curses me. Or at least I think he`s cursing me in whatever language he`s sprouting out of his crooked mouth. Around me everyone`s scared. None of them dare look towards us. I wonder what the deal is. Just when I`m thinking, the supervisor grabs me by the collar and pulls me. I go with him. We reach a cabin with a swastika symbol on the door. Nazi!? 

He kicks the door open. It`s dark inside. Kicks me, shuts the door, leaves. It`s quiet again. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see people. People with a glimpse of fear in their eyes, their face, their posture. What is this? 

I look at the person next to me and inquire,"Hey, where are we going?" 

He has no clue what I`m saying, but with a terrified and surrendered look he lift`s his thumb and slides it across his throat. As far as I`m concerned that sign never meant any good anywhere. So I sit tight and wait for whatever is to come. Miraculously I sleep.

A Jeep. I`m inside a Jeep. The road is rocky. We`re in the outskirts of God knows where. I`m being transported along with my fellow cabin mates. The mates, have all given up hope. One or two are even humming silent prayers. My rifle`s missing. As I look around, I see no rifles with anyone. I`m anxious, restless, curious. Hungry. Very hungry. Up ahead I see lights. It`s a check-post of some sort. The Jeep comes to a halt. An officer sitting in the front seat jumps out. Friendly greetings are exchanged. I look closer at the officer....It`s the supervisor from the train! I`m worried. I have doubts to either sit quietly or make a run for it. I see some buildings west of where I am. I don`t think. I run. I sprint as hard as I can, going further into the unknown, leaving behind the commotion I just caused. I reach the nearest building. Decide against taking it as it would be the first one they`d search. I go in the third. I run up the stairs. It turns out to be a hostel of some kind. Little boys staring at me. Oh....my uniform. I have to change. I go into a restroom. Someone`s night gown is hanging there. I take it and go inside one of the cubicles. As I start changing I hear loud voices. It comes closer, louder, it`s outside the cubicle! They`re here. They`re checking the cubicles one after the other. I got nowhere to go. The window. I look outside. It`s pretty high. As I`m deciding on what action to take my cubicle is kicked open. I`m shocked. I jump. I fall. Thud.

*THUMP*...*THUmp*...Thump....thump...thup-thup-thup....it`s raining. I open my eyes....
The train. I`m inside the train....