How I tried to forget the horrors I had witnessed.

  Every detail of Hugo Benadittis torture is branded into my memory. It was a rainy day and we had been warned that "a fresh band of scum" as the head guard put it was coming in at about noon and that we were to "ready" the torture rooms clean away any blood stains and refill water tanks when needed. Soon after that I was instructed to go and get Hugo and take him to torture room one. Which I knew Enrique Dimonez and Ralph Nueve inhabited. Who I knew as the fox and the rat as I considered both these men no better than vermin as it is well known they both enjoy there job as tortures very much. I had often thought that these men were the inspiration of Juan Larettas song that began       "do not feel sorry for the torture he is happy in his work". Once I had delivered Hugo to his fate I was told to watch from behind the glass window on one side of the room. I had a perfect view and then it began.

 He was on the ground before I was behind the glass and the rat that was the violence side of the two tortures, fox being the interrogation, began too kick the boy. It was obvious he was saying all the wrong things. For a while no one moved I thought he was dead I was getting worried I had never been worried for a prisoner before I didn’t know why Hugo was any different but soon the rat was kicking him again. I was called in to the room, I was told to find out if the boy really did go to a school that’s name I cannot remember. As I left I heard them readying the electricity and pouring water onto the ground I pictured the scene in my mind the fox ripping his shirt and the rat attaching the electrodes to his body. I've seen it hundreds of times before their bodies bending in unnatural ways the smell of burring flesh it is the most grotesque form of torture. A lump formed in my throat just thinking about Hugo's fate and when I found out that he was lying about his school I did the most stupid thing I destroyed all the files on hugo's so called school. When I got back the torture room I lied I said there was no information on that school. That’s when I knew I had to get away

 I left that night kept telling my self to "just go tell no one its safer that way" but something drew me to Hugo's cell. I unlocked the cell door and went inside but no one was there he was dead in one of the trucks to be shipped out of the way. So I left Chile and never spoke about my time with the junta until this day. How I tried to forget the horrors I had witnessed.