Day 10

Few new things today. Pretty much the same, but noticed something unusual.

One of the guards doesn't like me very much. Haven't caught his name yet. He's a big, burly, ugly specimen. Walks around with a really skinny teenager on the second shift. Usually when the guards walk by, all they do is spit on the ground and walk on. This guy came up to the bars with a big smile on his face, pointed his finger at me like he had a pistol and said "Kafir." Don't know exactly what it means, but it sounds bad. Felt like he was marking me as a target, the way a bully would in a fight with a elementary kid in the schoolyard.

I really don't want to have to kill him. It would cause problems for me, and probably get my throat slit afterwards. But the look in this guy's eyes... it was no damn good. I won't be be sleeping for a while, just in case he decides it is better for him to sneak in my cell at night.

It doesn't matter, I guess. Whether or not they come at me with one man or twenty, I will still take as many as I can. Would liven up the life here if he did start a fight. In fact, I am aching for one ever since they brought me here. Can't stand these cramped, damp stone walls, that annoying smell of hay in my nose every second of every day.

Heard a noise, too. It was right about midday, I think. My cell was as bright as it gets and I was laying on my cot thinking about basic when I heard an explosion. Not near. Actually, it could be near considering the amount of bedrock surrounding me. It sounded like a single explosion, maybe an artillery shell. But it wasn't expected because the guards started shouting and double-timed it away from their patrols. Who knows, maybe it was an accident, some idiot blowing himself up on an IED or landmine.

Cold in here. The meals are still disgusting but edible. I wish I had some music or something. The only thing around here is the call to prayer five times a day. Guards will be here in a few to take my pen and lamp away.