Word: fideles
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...next morning the interrogator returned with a Caucasian. He was about 35 and six feet tall, black-haired, brown-eyed, and spoke idiomatic English. He was a specialist in torture. The prisoners called him Fidel because he seemed to be Latin, but no one really had any idea where he came from. He obviously was a high official of some Communist country, because he lorded it over the Vietnamese...
...Fidel grabbed Kasler by the shirt and demanded, "Who knows you are resisting?" Kasler answered: "Nobody." "Then why?" asked Fidel. "For myself." Fidel promised treatment for Kasler's leg, better food and conditions if he would go before the July 4 delegation. "I refused. He ordered me back on my knees. My broken leg was still killing me. My arms were in irons behind my back. He worked on them with the rope for a while. Then he got a thin wire and wired my thumbs and hands together. He tortured me, working on the rope and wire...
Shreds. "As long as I could concentrate on something else, it seemed as though I could stand the pain. I would start saying the Lord's Prayer, and when I forgot a line I would go back over it and over it. Finally Fidel knocked me over on the floor and asked if I surrendered. I said...
...torture continued for days. Fidel would beat Kasler across the buttocks with a large white truck fan belt until "he tore my rear end to shreds." At one point Fidel said, "You are going to see a delegation if we have to carry you on a stretcher." For one three-day period, Kasler was beaten with the fan belt every hour from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m., and kept awake at night...
...week later Fidel asked Kasler if he surrendered. "I decided I'd say yes, and then resist when they asked me to do something." He was put in a room with fresh air, and given cigarettes and chewing gum. Though under threat of death, he communicated once again with his fellow captives. "The guys didn't recognize my old call signal, so I just kept sending my own name. Finally old Norm Wells [Lieut. Colonel Norman Wells had been one of Kasler's wingmen] came up in the next room. Boy, it was good to hear...