"Shoot him " came the order from the soldier sitting at the wheel of the black Mercedes Benz. All my hair stood on my head. My mouth went dry. My vision blurred. I felt very small instantly in my body. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't move. In my mind I was already waiting for the gunshot. I refused to walk into the dungeon in front of me. I know it was broad daylight in my own town. I was so weak I wanted to sit down. Two men took out their revolvers and now flanked me. In my ultimate attempt for life, I shouted," God What have we done? "Every one was quiet. There were six of them. All in their grey military fatigues.