For the performance of this piece I have formed a monologue from the graphic, horrendous yet tender speeches of the Soldier: ----------------------------- I have. Col. Fucking beautiful. Close my eyes and think about her. She’s – She’s – She’s – She’s – She’s dead, see. Fucking bastard soldier, he – They buggered her. Cut her throat. Hacked her ears and nose off, nailed them to the front door. You don't know fuck all about me. I went to school. I made love with Col. Bastards killed her, now I’m here. Now I’m here. You never fucked by a man before? Didn't think so. It’s nothing. Saw thousands of people packing into trucks like pigs trying to leave town. Women threw their babies on board hoping someone would look after them. Crushing each other to death. Insides of people’s heads came out of their eyes. Saw a child most of his face blown off, young girl I fucked hand up inside her trying to claw my liquid out, starving man eating h...
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