“The strong bright light shone straight into my eyes, blinding me and making it difficult to see my assailant clearly. Not that it made much difference because my tormentor hid his face behind a surgical mask. However, he made no attempt to hide his instruments of torture which lay in neat shiny rows on the small table to the right of me.
Sometimes strange thoughts just enter our minds when we are gripped in terror. I was thinking of shouting out that I was an American and that you couldn’t do this to an American. But of course, I wasn’t and I knew with sinking heart that there would be no U.S. marines coming through the door to rescue me.
He was so close to me that almost all I could see was the cold steely eyes behind the mask. With evil sarcasm, he said, “This might hurt ……..just a little”. The cruel bastard. It was obvious that he was enjoying this.
And then, it began. I heard the awful sound of the high speed drill as he brought it closer and then there was the blinding pain and the taste of blood in my mouth.”