Tortured

“The war was hard on all of us,” I tell my one-year-old grandson. “Me and my entire platoon, we were captured. We became prisoners of war. Not fun, let me tell you.
“My brother Cliff, he had bamboo spikes shoved under his fingernails. George? They cut off his face. He lived for a few weeks afterwards though. Couldn’t do much but scream though.
“Poor Andy got it the worst. They cut off his arms above his elbows and his legs below his knees. Then they sewed them up so that he didn’t bleed out.
“I have to admire the bastard, though! Even with no hands or feet, he could still move. Flop around like a fish, I mean. Almost managed to make it out of the camp, too. Shame that guard shot him.”
My grandson is looking at me like I’m crazy. My son glowers at me. His wife seems appalled. In fact, the whole barbeque has gone silent.
I smile and take a big drink of my beer. It’s only a matter of time before my son quits inviting me to these stupid things. Just as planned.
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