the uniformed figure stepped up to him

on the ground face down he yelled

he was roughly handcuffed and dragged upright

more military men appeared

a commanding officer approached him

we just saved your life from the cartel

but if you agree to cooperate we can protect you

we can give you a new identity

if you resist we will torture you

what is it to be he demanded

the lone sailor just said OK

he was thrown into the back of a van

it was a long uncomfortable ride

he was laying on the floor still handcuffed

wondering what was in store for him next

eventually the van stopped and he was dragged out

he looked around what appeared to be a military compound

armed men on watchtowers

jeeps and tents

he was dragged into a tent

he was told to undress and shower

after being photographed and fingerprinted

they gave him an orange jump suit

a doctor examined him and took blood

he was chained to a post 

left alone with some bread and water

he felt like a condemned man

saved from death but now imprisoned

a while later two men came in

they said nothing at all

he was tied to a chair

they attached wires to his hands and feet