And there they were, 100 men, in one room, which was a former barrack of a closed down U.S. Army Base in the northern Midwest state, they all were tired, in luck because they were finally resting after yet another day of slave labor was over.
The food, if you'd dare to call it as such, was horrible in the camp, one of the guys had a serious ulcer but the Russians didn't seem to care. Long he remembered those days when he, as a successful business executive used to fly 1st class to various meetings around the country, used to request on-line dietary meal and was treated with respect [that is firstly a respect for his money and position of influence, not his human dignity].
Such were the likes of people inside the room that day - a day which was already counted after the attack as the 153rd.
Just the night before one of the men tried to commit suicide.
How many times such horrible scene was experienced by the folks in the room - that question is not easy to answer.
But the barracks were built from cheap wood and the walls were all made from sheetrock, so what the observer could have seen inside the room was something that to an outsider would seem rather unexplainable - there were holes in the walls and dents the size
of a soccer ball, some were repaired and some just remained.
These dents and holes were silent testimony of a man's conscience being pushed to the limit, for to commit a suicide, this horrible mortal sin against God, the already full of despair slaves in the camp haven't had too many options at their disposal - and so their last resort was to run with their head down up against the wall and hope for a quick result....
One man in the room used to work for the CIA, but he's never mentioned it to his fellow prisoners for the fear that they may kill him - because of how the CIA and the FBI and so didn't protect the citizens, how the people responsible for the safety of the country were mostly just looking for their own carriers or at some degree, not still known, they were Russian recruited agents and were tasked not to protect the country.....or else.
But this man knew about Russia's long-term communist plan, more than few times he was even approached by the KGB agents inside the Agency, but he was always careful not to get involved - and so his boss had him transferred to the CIA field office in North Dakota.
But this man had the knowledge and now he was one of the slaves inside the communist hard labor camp. He and all the others were totally separated from their families, their wives and kids, their children were also separated from their moms and send to
Marxist-Leninist schools in Eastern Europe, Russia and China, specially those children were transferred who were not past the age of 6, the rest were kept isolated but within the territory formerly known as the United States of America.
This CIA man was always thinking about his wife, she was a beautiful woman, him and her were both brought up as Protestants, but now she was gone, not from the life but from him, and he didn't want to allow himself to imagine what has happened to her nor how she was treated....
Such was the high price paid for men's own proud conscience,
for such people who have never tasted what it is like to live under a despotic tyrannical communist regime, they were now receiving
a lesson of a lifetime - and living blindly all their lives with the
self-conscientious approval of their own, by God and also historically reproved, fallacy, that is their [full of either ignorance, or apathy and indifference] acceptance of Russian, Eastern European and Chinese communist false and lying promises,
their own present suffering was to many of them unbearable .....
Such is a tragedy of the human self-deceit, that is the blind reliance on pride and money of a nation that was not found agreeable and pleasing to God, for the human pride has no merit in Heaven.
Is it so hard to humble oneself
and acknowledge the failures and sins ?
Yes, it was previously hard to do to those men inside the camp, and to many others who remained alive within the territory formerly known as the United States of America, most of them inside such slave factories of evil communist brainwash....but these spectators, formerly in need of hedonistic pleasures, now were tasting the price of their sinful lives, even in the worse way than those of the city of Sodom and Gomorrha..... [because they've had it quick then.....].
Crying was heard almost all night, weeps of despair, loneliness and in many cases of unbearable sorrow. Human suffering had no end, but very few of them really humbled themselves in front of God and asked for forgiveness and mercy.
Very few, very few.....
There can be no happy ending to this story, as the usual American mindset would expect and desire, because the Author has His own mind and will direct and command whenever and whatever
He pleases......and who-so-ever is not able to accept that - well, well.....