The Prisoner.
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The Prisoner. July 1, 1777 I am now a prisoner of war being held captive by the Indian army. My troops and I were apprehended as we tried to re-capture Occupied Kashmir from Indian rule. It had all happened so suddenly and without warning. We had almost captured the region when General Musharraf unexpectedly took us off guard. We had fought bravely but to no avail; most of my men were killed and soon the rest of us were rounded up like cattle. We were then taken to this desert prison. July 8, 1777 I've only been in this hellhole for eight days now, but it feels like an eternity. The guards here treat us like dirt. We are made to work for them in the blistering sun; all day long we work tirelessly digging trenches without much water. They also told us that if we failed to keep working they would...


