It is so quiet in the dormitory that you would be able to hear a pin drop. Every man is listening. The screams come again, high and begging, like a man in extreme t*****e. Then silence again.
Juin and Rosseau look at each other in despair. “What can we do?” Rosseau asks in a whisper. “If we try something again, they will come and collect another innocent man and shoot him like poor Van Zanden.”
Juin shrugs. “What is there to do? We are caught here like rats in a trap without any weapons. We have nothing, but we will have to devise a plan. We cannot simply sit and wait for death, and it is coming for us. It is just a question of time if we do not act.”
Juin walks up and down, stopping and addressing the men. “Soldiers, this predicament we are currently in is not just the problem of the
