I was just surviving at this point. The swampy water swelled in boot deep and smelled something awful. The nights were warm and humid. It was the only time I ventured out of my jungle shelter. In the distance, I could hear the noise of tanks and artillery. I checked to make sure they were heading in a different direction before I set out to find food. I could let either side find me. One would imprison, torture, and kill me; the other would send me home to prison. I’ll choose death over going back home to that crazy bitch.