“You’re up,” Calor said. “You push this one out.” Jim was paralyzed.
“Now, soldier!” Calor yelled.
“I … Sir, I … I can’t do that.”
“That’s a direct order, trooper. Do as you’re told!”
A rush of adrenalin, and fury replaced his horror. “No, Sir! No, I will not. I’m a soldier, not a murderer.”
Calor gave Jim a disgusted grunt. “You’re yellow. You got no balls. This is war!”
Jim sat quietly, looking directly into Calor’s devilish eyes. Calor turned to the translator.
“Tell him to talk. What’s his unit and where are they located.”
The translator obeyed. The prisoner stayed silent.
Calor pushed him out of the chopper and looked at Jim. “See? It’s easy. You just give them a little shove. That’s all there is to it.”
Jim stayed silent.
Calor waved his hand. “Ah. You’re hopeless. No balls.” Calor leaned toward the pilot.
“Get us back. I’ll try something else on the last one.”
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