I walked hastily down the dusty pavement, craving for food and warmth after spending the night in an abandoned building. I had been captured by enemy forces and was driven for about ten hours until I managed to escape by picking the lock of the truck. This was furthest away you could get from a red letter day. I saw some coins scattered on the ground and I grabbed them. I had a sinking feeling and within the blink of eye I was being chased. I had totally forgotten I was wearing my special forces uniform. I clambered up a ladder but I was aggressively pulled back. I couldn’t do anything….