A FORMER POW TELLS his tale. Much of it is frightening...but I enjoyed this excerpt:

Were there any lighter moments?

In the third prison, a guard came to the door and blindfolded and cuffed me and took me down the hallway. They sat me down and ripped off the blindfold, and there was a guy standing there with rubber gloves and a tray of utensils.

The guy was like “Please. I am dentist and I want to look at your teeth.” I’m like, what the hell? With bombs and firefights, you want to worry about my teeth? After he examines me, he goes, “Please please, I am a dentist and you must brush your teeth.”

I’m thinking, dude, I haven’t showered in 20 days and you want me to brush my teeth?

Read it all here.